summary - a filthy, messy make-out session with okarun in his yokai form
pairings - ken takakura /okarun x gn!reader
warnings: intense messy, wet kissing, use of pet names
in his yokai form, okarun exuded a stark contrast to his more tender, transformed self. when he slipped into that state, his presence became overwhelming—commanding, intense, and brimming with raw power. the energy shifts, and every movement radiated dominance, leaving no room for resistance.
in this form, his kisses are aggressive, assertive—wet and possessive. his lips press against yours with a dominating force, claiming every inch with a possessive, almost punishing grip. his hands are firm, holding you firmly in place, leaving little doubt about who’s in control. each movement is calculated, calculated to elicit reaction after reaction—his touch rougher, his kiss deeper, demanding more.
his kisses leave you breathless, yet somehow deeply satisfied in the depths of your being, because when okarun transforms, it’s as if every part of him—every desire—is amplified.
his icy mask had shifts backward to allow his mouth to devour yours, hot and needy.
you run your hands through his hair, causing his muscles to tense at contact, a rare shudder passing through his body.
he pulled away from your mouth with a wet smack, mouthing down to your neck and suckling your skin there. his tongue would swipe along to taste the salt of your skin, his usually cold lips now scorching against your skin.
you'd squirm in his lap at his planned administration, a pathetic whimpering mess, folding at a mere touch from him.
but he'd hold you in place, hands gripping your thighs tightly as if anchoring himself to you.
breathing heavily, he pulled back slightly, his molten red eyes blazing with heat; a thin sheen of sweat coated his brow.
his lips hovered over yours again, pressing fiercely, desperately with a squelch smearing your mixed saliva.
his movements were frantic—sloppy, needy, as if he couldn’t get enough, "mmmghhh!"
you moaned softly against his mouth, feeling the heat radiate off his skin, slick with sweat. your tongues tangling, breaths colliding in the most primal way. every touch feelingblike a desperate plea, his need overwhelming.
“you feel so good,” he groaned, his voice rough and strained. “i-i can’t stop…”
you'd whimper in response, your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging him closer, wanting more—needing more. his mouth moved deeper, dragging over your lips with urgency. his breath hot against your skin...shaky and ragged, making it clear how hopeless he was.
“you’re… so perfect,” he mumbled between kisses, his lips trailing down your neck in sloppy, needy kisses that left a trail of warmth.
okarun kissed you like he was drowning, like he couldn’t get enough, and you were his anchor. his lips were slick against yours, every motion reckless, yet somehow tender in its frenzy.
the room was filled with nothing but the sound of your mixed breaths and the wet, desperate kisses—the need was unbearable, all-consuming, and neither of you cared.
his mouth parted yours with a firm, deliberate motion. his tongue slipped inside, moving with relentless intensity. The heat was overwhelming, and his kiss was messier—wet, sloppy, and raw.
the sounds of slurping echoed between you, his breath mingling with yours, his kisses leaving trails of saliva down your chin. you couldn’t help but gasp, a soft whimper escaping as his dominance consumed the moment. his grip on your waist tightened.
“fuck,” he groaned against your lips, his voice low and breathless.
the mess of this make-out session became intoxicating, blending passion with dominance—his touch, his kisses, his control.
you felt the need for a break, your fingers softly patting his chest to create some space for air.
"nnghhh-ah," you pecked his mouth, "c-can't breathe,"
“shh..shh...i've got ya,” he murmured, his voice low and steady, a soothing contrast to the fiery intensity of the moment. he splayed his hand under your shirt, slender fingers coaxing the tension out of your muscles.
his lips brushed yours one last time before pulling back completely, panting heavily against your mouth, his chest heaving.
he looked disheveled, his usually immaculate appearance ruined by the wet strands of hair clinging to his face and the drool dripping down his chin, "ah shit..." his tongue darted out to lick his lips.
your face was flushed, lips swollen and red from the intensity of the kiss. combined saliva slobbered down your chin and neck, making you look thoroughly kissed and marked.
okarun stared at you in awe and horror, having never seen anyone so utterly wrecked by desire. his eyes roamed over your face, taking in every detail of your messy, kissed-up appearance, "you look.... fucked. absolutely, completely fucked,"
you were still struggling to catch your breath, breathing in small puffs of air. you groaned, struggling to inhale.
“so dramatic,” he murmured, his voice rough but amused. he slowly brought his thumb to your chin, wiping away the slick there, "and messy,"
despite the teasing tone, there’s always a subtle softness behind his words—a way of keeping the balance between dominance and affection. his fingers gently trace small circles on your skin, a contrast to his earlier intensity.
“but,” his thumb slowly slid along your lower lip, the rest of his slender fingers cupping the side of your face loosely, “I fucking love it,”
summary - in the aftermath of a perilous mission, choso finds himself nursing your injuries, his clinical touches gradually giving way to heated, exploratory caresses as he tends to your wounds.
pairing: sub!choso kamo x fem!reader
warnings - childhood friends to lovers, smut, 18+, fingering, loss of virginity, degradation and praise kink, overstimulation
author's note - posting this after a brief break, so i apologize if it's not that great. also requests are open for jjk!men:)
"stupid, stubborn, idiot,"
you rolled your eyes at choso reprimanding you while tending to your wound, "you done, yet? i'm fine, it's not even bleeding that bad,"
"shut up," choso snapped, his red eyes narrowing as he wrapped a bandage around the wound on your shoulder. he tied it off firmly, ensuring it would stay put, "you always say this, but you come back all bloody and bruised,"
growing up with choso meant he'll fret at you every chance he got, chastising you for your recklessness and how messily you handled your assignments. you'd never admit it but a part of you loved being coddled by him. but choso will never hear you admit it.
and now, you were here with him in a room he had booked for two of you. and conveniently, it had only one bed.
"i'll heal y'know," you argued, "it's not like i'll bleed to my death,"
"scares me nonetheless, seeing you sprawled and growing in your blood," he spoke firmly, not letting you speak, "that ever cross your mind?"
you winced to yourself, "no," you swallowed the pain medication, setting the glass aside.
"thought so," he finished tending to your wound.
"alright, okay," you relented, letting him wrap an arm around you in a side hug as he leaned back against the headboard, keeping you close, half-seated on his lap.
he relaxed into the quiet comfort of holding you, his heartbeat steady against your ear as he listened to the gentle rhythm of yours.
his fingers continued to stroke through your hair, the gentle motion soothing him in a way nothing else ever had, "i think i may like this," he murmured.
"mm, cozy, isn't it?" you agreed softly.
he nuzzled his face into your hair, exhaling a deep sigh. his thoughts wandered—imagining holding you like this always, waking up with you in his arms every morning— no. stop.
he swallowed hard, forcing the thoughts away before they could take root too deeply.
you let out a slow breath, relaxing completely against him, your full weight resting on his, basking in the comforting warmth he offered.
feeling you relax further, choso allowed himself a small genuine smile. his thumb traced idle patterns on your hip, "you know, for someone who acts so tough all the time, you're surprisingly cuddly,"
"shut up,"
choso chuckled gruffly, adjusting his hold around your back.
your raised your head from his chest, "i will gut you alive if you ever speak of this to anyone,"
he pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead, "yes, ma’am,"
his words made you stomach flip and you returned to your original position to hide how his words had affected you. you tightened your hold on him, arms around his neck.
choso reciprocated, but spoke in worry, "something on your mind?"
"no," you voice was muffled against shoulder, "just need this hug a lot,"
"we can stay like this as long as you want," he caressed your hair with his other hand, his mind was racing with thoughts of you, given the intimate position you both were in. his body tensed slightly as he felt your intoxicating scent filling his senses.
he snuggled your neck once more; he found himself wondering what you would feel like if he were to kiss you that spot that made you shiver, or how you would feel wrapped around him—not this again.
"damn it," he cursed to himself but did no movement to retreat from your touch.
your hand slithered from his shoulder to the back of his neck.
choso's breath hitched lightly at your gentle hold, his heart skipping a beat at your action. he turned his head, coddling impossibly closer to your neck, "this could...get dangerous..." his voice came out as a low murmer.
"possibly," you respond, your body curving into his.
but neither of you pulled back this time either.
noticing this, he got a bit bolder and wrapped his arm around you tightly, afraid that you’d pull back any moment.
his nose brushed against the back of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. he inhaled deeply, his heart racing at the delicate scent he found there, his eyes rolled back.
his arms tightened around you instinctively, holding you closer, "fuck," he breathed out, his voice barely audible.
you pressed your body closer to his, feeling his breath hitching against your chest, your fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck, keeping him in place there.
your hips pressed against his instinctively, submitting to the moment of heat.
this made something primal stir deep in choso, a hunger he's never quite acknowledged before. his hips press forward involuntarily, rubbing lightly against your clothed core.
choso buried his face deeper into the curve of your neck, "s-shit..."
you could feel his growing hardness rutting against you, "nhgg," your fingers grip his hair tightly.
a deep groan catches in his throat at your breathy sound, his fingers digging into your thighs. his lips press the soft spot behind your ear, not kissing but just... there, "please don't make sounds like that," his voice is rough with barely contained desire.
"you first," you bit your lip, your hips meeting his in the middle at a synchronized rhythm.
choso's hips shift, pressing his clothed cock between your thighs, rubbing softly, "damn it...damn it..."
you hitched one leg over his side, pressing even closer, your core rubbing his hardness with a desperation almost painful.
both of you let out muffled moans together, clawing at each other's bodies as if you both weren’t pressed up together already.
his hands roamed your body restlessly, squeezing your thighs, your ass, your waist, your thighs again, as if he couldn’t get enough of feeling you. he guided your hips to match his rhythm, littering kisses all over your collar and neck. when he reached the swells of your breast, he paused, licking his lips.
you pant for breath, resting your forehead against his, "you okay?"
"i-i think i'm gonna combust," choso was just as out of breath as you were.
you chuckled, cradling his head with one of your palms, your thumb traced the curse mark that stretched horizontally on his nose bridge.
"you wanna keep going?" he asked, trying to not let out how desperate he was, how a gentle caress of you had him going insane.
"yes, please," you tilt your head to the side and press your mouth to his.
he matched your eagerness with a fervour that was borderline violent. but with the moan you had just let out, choso knew you loved it.
he bit at your lips, sucking on your tongue and generally losing himself in that wet kiss. but then, he pulled back abruptly, "fucking hell. i just realized,"
you gasp for breath, frowning, "realize what?"
he swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing visibly, "that you've never done this before. with anyone, at all. you're a virgin, aren't you?"
you nodded, "yeah, so?"
his eyes widened slightly. he shook his head, swearing under his breath, running a hand through his disheveled hair, "and you've never been touched?"
"that's what virgin means, yes," you stated, "what're you trying to get at?"
he sighed heavily, watching you with a mix of frustration, concern and something almost like awe and adoration. he looked at you like he was just realizing how beautiful and untouched you were, "...fuck. okay, we're stopping,"
you felt your heart plunge to your stomach, "what,"
it wasn’t a question, but a restrained expression of shock and offense
"you have no idea what you're getting yourself into and the meds have you sedated, so it'll be like i'm taking advantage of you," he explained, "i don't want you regretting this in the morning,"
"i'm fully conscious, you fucking dimwit," you snapped, "look, if you don't want me, just say it to my face. i can handle a rejection,"
choso realized how his words may have been interpreted and his hands found their place on your hips, "what?! no, of course i want you. you're the most beautiful woman i've laid my eyes on!" he spilled before he could stop himself, his neck rushing with a pretty blush, "i mean, uh," he looked down in embarrassment, "it's not that i don't want you,"
"then what?" you gulped, your fingers fidgeting with each other nervously, "i do want this, y'know," you admitted lowly, "i wouldn't have kissed you otherwise,"
you felt his finger tilt your chin up until you met his gaze. you glared at him grumpily.
choso smiled at you fondly, "doll, that wasn't a proper kiss. it was in the heat of the moment," his warm palm cupping your jaw.
"felt good though," you leaned into his touch, mumbling softly.
he kissed both your cheeks softly, easing the remaining tension from you. his lips hovered in front of yours, "open up, doll," he whispered, "i'm gonna kiss you now, like a real kiss,"
you comply and his mouth crushes against yours forceful and demanding. he parted your lips with his tongue, exposing the warmth of your mouth. he kissed you deeply, throughly, his hands coming up to grip your face and angle your head for better access. when he finally pulled back, you were both breathing heavily.
you blinked, trying to get yourself together, "wow, okay,"
a string of saliva connected to your mouth from his. choso chuckled at your reaction, wiping his thumb along your pinkish lower lip, "how was that for a first real kiss?" he asked cockily, already knowing the answer.
he saw the dazed expression in your eyes, the way you were processing this new and overwhelming sensation.
you leaned in for more and kissed him softly, mouth moving tentatively. he adjusted you on his lap, wrapping your legs around his body, palms caressing the softness your thigh.
but then his eyebrows shot up briefly in surprise when you cup his jaw and kiss more firmly. he moaned into the kiss, his large hands tightening around your waist possessively. you were kissing him so aggressively that he had to pull away, gasping, "damn...you.."
"how's that?" you asked, bopping his nose with a proud smirk.
"you're too..." he leaned in again, this time challenging you to keep up with his dominating kiss. he pushed his tongue into your mouth aggressively.
you chuckled against him, nosing bumping, and teeth clacking against each other, earning a grin from him.
grabbing a fistful of his hair, you kissed back even harder, biting and sucking his tongue possessively.
when choso parted from the kiss, he was gazing at you in astonishment, "you know," he trailed kisses along your jaw, pulling you tighter against him, "most submit to my dominance, but you seem to..." his voice dropped to a husky whisper, "match it perfectly," he bit your earlobe gently.
you leaned to give him more space, "should i be honoured?" you jested a bit.
he pulled back to deadpan at you, "who taught you how to kiss like that?"
"wha—taught me?" you gave him a weird look.
"uh-huh, there's no way you'd know that without anyone teaching you,"
"hey, i—" you paused, "...read about stuff like this,"
"read?" his eyes widened in surprise. a small, amused smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "you learned to dominate a man by just reading it off a book?"
"not a book," you leaned your forehead against his, staring into his eyes, "a couple of them,"
he sighed softly, eyes locked on yours as he drew circles with his thumb on your waist, "i can't decide if that's terrifyingly impressive or just terrifying,"
"can be both," you shrugged, kissing his temple.
choso's hand moved up to cup the side of your face, "no wonder you always seemed to be so occupied with them. and you've always been naturally demanding and dominant," he leaned in closer, his lips chasing yours, "i like that,"
"obviously,"
"you and your necessity to have the last word in any conversation," he leaned to the side and pecked your cheek lovingly.
his hands caressed along the side of your body, stopping at the underside of your breasts, tracing the curvature of it, "may i?"
you nod, guiding his hand under your shirt to cup your breasts. he slipped his palms under your bra, "fuck, you're so beautiful," he cupped them roughly, kissing your cleavage with a wet smack.
you placed your hands over his, directing him to squeeze your boobs. he was watching your reaction closely, fingers pinching your nipples gently.
you hissed at the action, mouth parting open, "oh.. fu..c-choso..."
he caught your mouth with a slow kiss, his hand slowly feeling your mounds, catching every pretty moan you let out.
"hngg—choso ? ," you nuzzled your cheek against his.
"mm?" he hummed in acknowledgment, his eyelids droopy.
"will this change things between us?"
that made choso stop altogether. he met your eyes with sincere intensity, "look at me," he waited till he had your complete attention, "you set the rules here, love. i respect you too much to fuck with our friendship unless your one hundred percent sure this is what you want,"
"i do want this," you caressed the column of his neck, "i want you. but, i don't wanna lose our friendship,"
he nodded, understanding the complexity of your feelings. he thumbed your cheek, "i get it," he murmured, "i promise, no matter what we do, our friendship comes first. but.." he leaned closer.
"but?"
his lips brushed against your ear, "i've been wanting this for so fucking long, " his breathing became heavier as he mashed gentle kisses along your jaw, "i've been trying to act all tough and stoic around you, and honestly,"
you wait for him to continue, hands on his chest.
his hand tangles in your hair, pulling you closer, "i've lost count of how many nights i've spent alone in my bed, imagining this exact scenario," he admitted, "if we do this, i will be utterly and thoroughly fucked in the head. that's the effect you have on me, doll,"
he retreated enough to look you in the eyes, his pupils dilated with want, "but if you don't want that to be addressed, i'll keep my mouth shut for you. we can do this and become more, or stay as we are. or we can stop altogether too. your call, doll,"
your heart was pacing at a hundred miles per second. you were starting to feel lightheaded from his words.
and the way he was looking at you— fuck
his muzzled hair falling around his face perfectly. his shirt half undone as his chest rises and falls with each bated breath, his pale fingers fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as he gazes up at you with wide and eager eyes. his earlier asserted dominance and composure melted away, leaving behind a picture of adorable, fuckable submission.
"choso, i want you too," you replied, fingers tracing the curse marks that peeked for under his shirt, "not just for tonight but, in a way that would mean i wake up next to you every morning,"
relief and desire flooded choso's features as he comprehended your affirmation. in one swift motion, he embraced you tightly, nuzzling your hair, "thank fuck," he breathed out, "i don't think i can pretend anymore,"
he showered you with open-mouthed wet kisses along whatever skin he could reach, his hands wandering down to grip your bottom.
"ah fuck," you groaned at his administration, carding your hand through his hair.
"teach me, doll,"
you blinked out of the haze you were in and looked down at him, "what?"
"show me what you like," he rested his cheek on the swell of your chest, gazing up at you, "show me how you touch yourself. i wanna be perfect for you,"
"tell you what," you spoke hesitantly, "i've never actually managed to finish. ever,"
his eyes soften, "really? well, we'll have to take care of that then. don't be embarrassed," he added, noticing your conflicted expression, "it's kind of hot, really," he kissed your forehead assuringly.
he reached for the hem of your top, "take off your shirt, my love,"
you complied, tossing the garment aside, and reached behind to undo your bra.
as you threw it aside with your shirt, choso let his gaze roams over your exposed chest, his smile fading into a hungry look, "so gorgeous," his palms come to cup them through your bra.
you let out a breathless gasp as his cold hand made contact with your skin, biting your lip.
his eyes flick with a wicked glint as he watched you arch into his touch. he inclined down to take one of your nipples in his mouth, sucking gently.
"hnggg sh—shiit," you moan, tugging at his hair.
he blinked up at you in comprehension, lazily suckling on your nipple still, "i think i'm starting to figure out what'll make you tick," he nuzzled your mounds.
his free hand slid down into your pants, feeling your damp heat through the fabric of your panties, "s'fucking soaked, love," his fingers rubbed against your clit through the cloth.
you muffled your moan against his shoulder, fingers digging into his biceps.
pushing your panties to the side, he slid a finger inside you easily, "hngg, so pretty and tight," he latched and suckled on your nipple again, moving and curling his fingers upward.
you felt yourself clenched around him, "ah—nnhggg. fuck, i wan' m—more," you slurred, trying to ride his hand.
he placed a steady hand on your hip, his eyes nearby rolling back at the feeling of your inner walls clenching around his digit, "i'm gonna lose it before i even fuck you properly,"
he pumped his fingers with careful, worshipful motions, completely entranced by the sight of you stretching around him.
choso's crimson eyes dilate with lust, rolling back at the tight, silky feel of your stretched hole. he added another finger, stretching you even more as he began to scissor them inside you.
"oohh right there, love, please—"
he felt you tighten and shudder, increasing the pace of his fingers, "here?" he jerked his finger particularly harshly, knocking the wind out of you.
you hugged his head to your chest, clamping your thighs around his hand and keeping him trapped there.
"ah—ah," he held your thighs open, adding a third finger and pumping them in and out relentlessly, "won't be having any of that. be a good girl and let me fuck you, hmm? please, baby, c'mon," whimpers escaped his lips, a mix of pleasure and awestruck adoration.
you were barely able to come up with any coherent response, only tightening your grip on his arm.
when he curled his fingers in your pussy, dragging and pressing down on that gummy spot, you felt a white hot flash in front of your eyes as your orgasm washed over you.
he helped you ride your orgasm out, mumbling praises into your ears whilst his other hand cradled the back of your head gently.
he keeps his fingers gently curled inside you, not pulling them out completely. he loves the feeling of being connected to you like this, and the way you always make that adorable, contented noise when his fingers are inside you.
he watched with rapt attention as your inner walls clenched around him like a vice. his eyes were glued to the filthy sight, licking his lips and desperate to get a taste of it.
"my sweet, needy baby..." he cooed softly, "there we go, doll. that's it. such a pretty slut f'me," he eagerly peppered kisses up your throat, you wetness slithering down his palm and wrist, creating a wet patch on the mattress below you both.
as he continued to hold you, choso's mouth sought one of your nipples, and he began to suckle pathetically, his lips pursed and the sounds he let out— weak and needy. he loved the way you responded to his nursing, melting further into his arms with each pitiful suck.
choso pulls away from your chest with a wet, sloppy pop, leaving a trail of saliva on your skin. he looks up at you with a sleepy, contented expression, his eyes half-lidded and glassy.
"hnng !—"
his eyes softened with delight at your vulnerable sound, and he pressed a gentle kiss to your temple, "you're so cute when you're like this... all pliant and whimpering..." his fingers moved more deliberately now, targeting that sweet spot with calculated precision.
he moved his thumb in soothing circles, spreading your arousal on your nub. his fingers moved lazily, providing a gentle, soothing pressure to keep you relaxed and content in subspace, "mmm,"
"there," he curled and dragged his crooked fingers against your walls, "there we go. that's it. you felt good?"
"nnhgg," you pressed your mouth against his, kissing him sloppily. unable to respond you could only nod, rutting your hips needily.
choso's breath hitched as he felt your body responding eagerly to his touch, a shudder of pleasure running through him. he leaned in close, his voice a husky murmur against your ear. "nnnh... that's it, baby... take my fingers nice and deep..."
his fingers slowly pushed deeper, stretching you gently as he hooked them upwards, making you whine and cling to him even tighter. he could feel you getting heavier in his arms, your eyes rolling back as you became more and more boneless.
he cooed softly, praising you for being such a good baby as he slowly worked a third finger inside you, stretching you wider and deeper than before. his thumb rubbed steadily against your bundle of nerves, making you make those cute little choking noises in the back of your throat, "shhhh..."
"hnng —na—ah c—choso,"
his breath caught at hearing his name fall from those puffy lips, his proud adoration growing at how perfectly you were submitting to his touch. "what do you need, precious? more fingers? deeper?" his movements slow and deliberate, reading every little twitch and shudder of your body.
"a—another please,"
he slowly added a fourth finger, stretching you wider and filling you completely as his thumb gently rests on your clit, "look at how beautifully you're taking all four..."
you gasped and shuddered.
his fingers move slightly, curling and uncurling inside you, "is this what you needed, beautiful?”
"mm yeah,"
his fingers slowly scissored and twisted inside you, stretching your inner walls and making you whimper and drool on his shoulder.
a sudden, intense spasm racked your body as you came hard around his fingers, your inner walls clenching and unclenching as you gushed and squirted all over his hand, drenching and soaking.
"fuck, look at that," his mouth watered at the sight, "you're such a good girl when you cum, all shaky..."
he decided to keep his fingers buried inside you, curling them up to hit that sensitive spot over and over again, making you whimper and writhe against him. he wrapped his other arm around your waist to hold you still, keeping you impaled on his fingers. "you're so nice and stuffed..."
his voice dropped lower, more husky, "your pussy is gripping my fingers so perfectly. can you feel how wet you're making my hand? how badly it should be my cock filling you up instead?" his pace quickens slightly.
with a final, brutal thrust against your g-spot, you cum hard once more, your whole world narrowing down to the intense pleasure and his fingers buried deep inside you.
you felt him maneuver you to lay on your back on the bed and he hovered over you. you were so lost in the pleasure that you could barely keep your eyes open.
you hummed softly when you felt him pepper kisses up your stomach, massing the soreness from your hips.
choso hovered over you, spreading your legs a bit, enough for him to settle there, “how you feelin’ sweetheart?”
you could only come up with a babble for a reply, “s—so good. i can’ even.ah,”
he felt his ego skyrocket at how drunk and helpless you were. he gently nudged the tip of his hard cock against your tiny, abused opening. you whined in pain at the sensation, and he pleaded and begged with you, "pleeeease, baby... just the tip... i need it so bad— wanna feel—” he kept his hands on your thick thighs, thumbs tracing soothing circles on them.
“hurts—no more, please—” you push yourself to your elbows in shaky hands.
“i’ll be such a good boy. i promise,” he persuaded you, “wanna feel you so bad. i promise—hngg. i promise i’ll be gentle,” he traced the tip of his cock against your pussylips, smearing his precum all over them.
“a-alright,” you held the side of his neck as leverage, allowing him to wrap your legs around his waist.
he took a deep breath and slowly, gently, pushed the tip of his massive manhood back into your tiny, abused opening. "thank you, thank you, thank you," he latched onto your nipple, moaning against your sensitive skin.
he sighed in relief as he gently pushed the tip of his massive cock back into your tiny pussy, the precum filling in the gap and allowing for a smoother entry. he keeps his strokes shallow, the tip of his cock barely moving in and out of you. "s’warm so good—"
you whimpered softly at the intrusion, arching your back and unintentionally taking him deeper. a mix of painful groans filled the room, the smell of sex in the air.
choso whimpered in frustration, trying desperately to keep his cock from slipping deeper inside your tiny pussy, careful not to hurt you, "be a good girl and clench down, baby... squeeze just the tip... please..." his voice wavers between pleading and commanding, his whole body trembling with the effort to maintain control.
he moans deeply at the sensation of your tight muscles gripping just the tip of his cock. "good girl... good girl... stay like that... just the tip..." he's shaking now, trying his best to keep his massive cock from sliding deeper into your tiny, wrecked pussy
he's panting heavily, his face flushed with exertion as he struggles to keep his cock still inside you.
you clawed at his back, trying to hold on to him for the sake of your sanity.
he reaches down and gently pinches your clit, trying to distract you from the discomfort of having his massive tip lodged inside your tiny pussy. "shhh...i got you—s’alright"
his face contorts in pleasure as his hot, thick precum begins to seep into your tiny hole, mixing with your juices. he keeps pinching and rolling your clit, trying to get you to focus on the pleasure instead of the pain and pressure. "feel that, baby?"
“mm,” you managed to nod, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
he lets out a pleased moan, seeing you respond to him even while in distress. "that's right... feels good doesn’t it?”
his cock began to harden to the point of pain and it was taking everything in him to not just ram into you mercilessly.
“just a lil..just—”he slowly pushes a little deeper into your tiny pussy, the combined arousal lubricated his massive head as it slides in and out of your barely stretched opening. he pants heavily, trying to hold back his massive release. "damn it—"
he nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your sweet scent as he slowly starts to thrust again, his movements gentle but insistent.
"nnngh," you bit his earlobe, tugging back.
he moaned deeply at your sleepy murmur, his massive cock throbbing inside you. he felt himself reach his peak and he released into your used pussy, feeling it milk the last of his orgasm.
choso fell on the bed next to you, pulling you close, “you okay, doll?” he brushed the sweaty strands of hair from your face.
“i will be,” you cuddled his arm, a smile stretching your face as he pressed a firm smooch to your forehead, “did i do okay?” you blinked up at him with doe eyes.
he caressed your cheek with his thumb, kissing your cheek, your eyebrow, and your temple affectionately, “were fucking perfect,”
hello love. i'm doing good i just had a major writer's block and i was caught up with college. now that it's all outta the way, i can start writing again.
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your husband loomed over you, his body bare and taut with muscle as he gazes down at you, his eyes roving over you body in hunger, committing every inch of you to memory.
he leaned over you, and you can't help but run your hands over his rippling muscles.
it was a normal night, a night of intimate touches and gentle kisses. but when the question of having babies came up, things took a different turn. you had told him that you were ready to have his babies, that you wanted to feel him filling you up, and it was as if a switch had been flipped inside him.
his kisses became more intense, more voracious as if he was trying to devour you.
his hands roamed over your body, and soon the clothes were shed, leaving you both bare and vulnerable to each other.
and now you're here, laying bare beneath him, his body towering over you as he looks down at you with a predatory gaze.
standing between your legs at the edge of the bed, he gave his hard cock a few strokes, resting his tip on your slit and he slathered his arousal all over your pussylips.
"mine," he groused in a possessive manner, "all mine," he slowly eased his length into you, slowly and deliberately. his hands gripped your hips as he pushed deeper into you.
you sunk your teeth on your lower lip, your walls molding to fit his grith as you took in every bit of him
"s-so warm," he buried his face into your neck, feeling the way your pussy clamped around him, "so tight, fuck baby," his fingers dug into your hip, hard enough to bruise, "m not gonna last long, ah, i can't hold back baby, fuckk,"
his cock twitched inside you just as he pushed all of him into you. he could sense his nearing orgasm, his body going rigid, tensing up as the knot in his lower tummy tightened and tightened. he went over the edge, groaning and whimpering against your skin.
"shit, i didn't mean to finish to quick, love. ahh. couldn't hold back," his forehead creased.
he peppered your face with soft kisses, his hands gently stroking your hair, "let me make it up to you,"
he didn't pull out just yet and stayed inside you, rolling his hips against yours.
you slung one leg around his hips, pulling him into you, "just fuck me, need you s'much please," you whined, your pussy warm with his cum.
your core spasmed around his cock, his bulbous tip nudging the edge of your cervix with each pointed, thrust of his pelvis against yours.
"can feel her creamin' around me," he blubbered, pressed his lips to your cheek, "such a pretty pussy, begging to be fucked,"
he pulled out slightly, looking down to where you were connected with him. a white ring of your mixed arousal was circled the base of his cock, sliding down to his sac.
"m'gonna fill her up nice and full," he pulled his semi-hard cock out, coated with your slick, and rested it against your leaking entrance.
"you've been thinking about it, haven't you? you've been fantasizing about me knocking you up, about me making you mine," he grumbled into your chest, mouthing languidly at your skin.
he straightened up on his knees between your legs, resting a hand on your pudgy waist.
the thought of your body changing and swelling with his child, your breasts growing full and heavy with sweet milk, turned him on even more; his cock twitched at the mental image in his head.
"fuck, yeah," he groaned, his voice rough with need, "i want to see you like that, sweetheart," he nudged the tip of his cock into your entrance, pushing slowly.
your face scrunched in pleasure, head fuzzy. wanting more. needing more.
"i want to watch your hips widen and your breasts fill out," he murmured, cupping your breast and pinching your hard nipple, eliciting a moan from you, "i want to see you swollen and heavy with my child. i want to see your body change, just for me,"
with that, he rammed his remaining length into your sopping heat without any warning, bottoming out in one fluid motion.
you cried out at his action. he paused for a moment, watching you gasp and writhe under him.
"s'big so good," you whined, throwing your head back into the mattress, your head fogging from the stimulation.
"that's what u want, isn't it?" he teased, fucking his cum back into your hole, "what me to stuff you full of my cum, eh?"
"fuck, yes," you clawed at his back, digging your nails deep enough into his skin to mark him, gasping for breath as you rbrows furrowed.
he moaned, head tipping forward as his hair fell over his forehead, "you'll be feeling me for days, baby,"
you were speechless with ecstasy, every touch and movement from your husband felt magnified, your body responding desperately to even the lightest touch.
"did i fuck you dumb, baby?" his words were thick and heavy, his breath coming in ragged gasps, "fucking cumslut,"
your pussy clenched around him, spasming around his girth.
"ahh gonna cum again," he muttered, before spilling his load into you.
but even so, he didn't slow down, instead, he grabbed your ankle and tossed it on his shoulder, to hit you even deeper.
"oh god," you cried out, back arching. as a result, his cock nudged that spongy spot in you, "i-i - right there, please,"
his hips worked relentlessly against yours, "m'gonna fuck u till your pussy is full of my cum," his thrusts became harder and deeper, "she's takin' me so well," he landed a smack over your clit.
your entire body jerked in response, shivers coursing under your skin.
the matress began to squeak and the frame hit the wall with the force of his each brutal fucking.
"you'll be growin' our baby here," he pressed his palm on your lower stomach with slight pressure.
"i can feel me here, fuckk," he panted, open mouth pressed against yours, hot breath coming out in puffs. he could feel himself thrusting in and out of you.
the weight of his hand only intensified the effect of his cock drilling in and out of you. you writhed and moaned uncontrollably, fisting the sheets in a death grip.
the intensity of the sensations crashing over you was almost too much to bear. white flashes of pleasure exploded behind your eyes, drowning them in a sea of ecstasy and your orgasm passed through you.
you clenched around his length, grabbing his biceps for any sense of balance.
"oh sh- fuck,"
his hips rocked into you hard as he reached his peak again, his cock burying to the hilt as he shot ropes of cum into your gummy walls.
"ah, squeezin' me so good," he roused, dipping his cock in and out of you that made your mixed arousal dribble from the sides, leaking down the crease of your inner thigh.
his cock softened inside you, nestling snugly within your soaking folds.
he pushed the pad of his thumb on your soft, pink, lower lip, forcing your mouth open. you stuck out your tongue involuntarily.
you closed your mouth around his digit, sucking his thumb into your hot and wet mouth. you swirled your tongue around, blinking up at him with dilated pupils.
he pulled his thumb back with a loud pop, and the sight of the long, thick string of saliva stretching between his thumb and your mouth was obscenely hot.
he couldn't help but give a low, guttural moan at the sight of your mouth, glistening from spit and desire.
"fuck," he whispers, his voice thick with need, "you look so beautiful right now, so perfect for me,"
"open your mouth," he leaned down, cupping your face in his hand, puckering his lips over your parted lips.
you poked out your tongue, your lashes fluttering. you let out a strangled whine, feeling a thick glob of saliva hitting your tongue.
he peered into your eyes, his voice low and commanding, "swallow,"
your eyes fluttered close, and you obeyed, swallowing the salty liquid without a second thought, moaning and arching your back with a whimper.
"good girl," he praised, beginning to thrust his hips into yours, "that's my good girl, taking what i give you and obeying me without question,"
his hand slid down, circling around your slender neck and squeezing gently.
the pressure on you throat was just enough to make you gasp for breath, your eyes going wide with surprise and pleasure.
he leaned over your form, your mouths crashing together in a messy, desperate tangle of lips and teeth and tongue.
you gripped each other tightly, each trying to pull the other closer as if you could merge into one being from the sheer force of your desire.
his thumb reached between your legs, pressing and rubbing roughly on your clit.
you could feel it building, the pleasure and tension coiling in your abdomen like a taut rubber band.
you pulled back from the slobbery kiss, whining at all the stimulation, "m'gonna- shitt," you gasped, jerking when a spark of pleasure shot to your core.
"you cumming again?" he grunted, snapping his hips into yours, your mixed arousal dripping to his balls while they slapped against your slit, "come for me baby, please. make a mess all over my cock, mama," he whimpered, punctuating with a particularly harsh thrust, "give it to me,"
"s'too much, baby please hngg,"
"shhh," he flatted his tongue on the side of your neck, sliding across your skin, "gonna make you feel so good, baby," he promised, "gonna give you what you need. one more. just one more,"
you could barely string a sentence together, "ple-"
the rest of your words were drowned in your wanton moan, as your release rippled through your body, leaving you trembling beneath him.
his hips stuttered as he emptied his cum yet again in your battered pussy, rolling his hips to make sure your spasming cunt took in every drop.
your eyes closed, back relaxing into the mattress as he let your leg fall from his shoulder. rawness shot up your calf from how long your leg had been up in that angle.
he pulled back a little, just enough to look down at you, sprawled out beneath him.
"you look so beautiful like this," he uttered, his voice soft and tender, "all flushed and messy, just for me,"
he reached out and brushed a lock of hair out of your eyes, his gesture a soft caress.
he could feel you quivering beneath him, and he relished the power it gave him, the knowledge that he could make you fall apart.
"you're shaking, baby," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. "you okay?"
you nodded, still boneless and shaky from the intensity of your encounter, "no more, please, i can't-" you gulped, feeling how sore your throat had become.
"no more, no more," he conceded, "you did so well, baby," he murmured, his voice low and sweet.
he cupped your cheek, in awe of how he had fucked you senseless. he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your sweaty forehead tenderly, "i'm so proud of you,"
author's note: this is the much-awaited part two that you guys wanted sm. make sure to read part one before you proceed.
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coming to a decision, the three of you stepped inside kuroo and kenma’s shared apartment, and a mix of nervousness and anticipation coursed through your veins. they led you towards the bedroom, the air crackling with a sense of intimacy.
your eyes fell on a mirror across the room, its angle positioned perfectly to give you a clear view of the bed.
curiosity piqued, and you couldn't help but question it. when you did, kuroo only gave you a wink, saying, "you'll see soon enough,"
once the three of you were together, kenma stepped closer to you. he gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face and kissed you deeply.
this time, you took charge and slotted your lips over his, cradling the side of his face, causing him to moan into your mouth.
kuroo stood behind you, his hands coming up to brush your hair to one side, revealing the sensitive nape of your neck. you felt the warmth of his breath as he leaned in closer, and the feather-light touch of his lips as he planted a series of kisses along the back of your neck.
the sensation caused you to gasp pleasantly, your body involuntarily arching back against his.
you pulled back to catch your breath, “that kiss today,” you spoke, “and this now. Um, what does that make us?” you were cautious of every word you let slip.
kuroo and kenma exchanged a quick glance. the atmosphere in the room suddenly felt more awkward, and there was a sense of uncertainty in the air.
kuroo, ran a hand through his hair, his expression shifting from lustful to thoughtful. "that's a fair question,"
kenma nodded in agreement, his hands fiddling with the hem of his shirt, "yeah, we should clear the air,"
they both fell silent for a moment, as if contemplating what to say next, before kuroo spoke up again, "but first, can we...can we do something?"
you looked at them curiously, wondering what they wanted to do, "sure, what is it?"
kuroo and kenma exchanged another glance, communicating silently in a way that you couldn't quite decipher. after a moment, kuroo stepped forward, his eyes fixed on yours, "can we... can we sit down for a minute? we want to talk to you about something important,"
you nodded hesitantly, your nerves beginning to act up,"of course," you said, gesturing towards the bed. "we can sit down,"
kuroo and kenma made their way to the bed and sat down, leaving a small space for you between them. they both had serious expressions on their faces, hinting at the importance of the conversation that was about to take place.
kuroo took a breath before speaking, his eyes never leaving yours, "we want to be upfront with you about something. we both like you. a lot. we have, for a long while,"
you looked between the two in disbelief at their blank admission. two men who were interested in you? like shit.
their confession had startled you, but at the same time, it made you feel a warm sense of belonging, “you not joking, are you?”
kuroo chuckled at your words, his arms still wrapped around you in a protective embrace. "why are you so surprised that we like you?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement.
“how could i not be?”
kuroo laughed softly, his hand gently caressing your arm, "fair point," he conceded.
kenma smiled beside him, his expression turning more earnest, "we get it, it’s a lot to take in. but we really like you, and we can’t pretend like we don’t anymore,”
"i... i don't know how the whole relationship thing works, let alone with two boyfriends," you admitted, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
"hey, it's okay," kuroo said, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your shoulder, "it's new territory for all of us, after all,"
kenma nodded in agreement, his expression warm and understanding, "yeah, we're all figuring this out together," he said, leaning forward a bit, "we'll take it slow and make it work,"
"yeah, i'd like that," you nodded meekly, “and,” you added, “i like you boys too. a lot,” a bashful smile tugged at your mouth.
kuroo's face lit up with a wide grin, and kenma's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and elation.
kuroo let out a laugh of relief and joy, "you like us too, eh?" he teased lightly.
kenma, feeling a wave of excitement and affection, took your hand in his, "yeah, we were kind of hoping that was the case,"
kuroo nuzzled your neck affectionately, his voice low and seductive, "trust me, we're going to give you so much attention and affection, you won't know what to do with yourselves,"
he pulled you onto his lap, his arms wrapping around you and holding you snugly against him. his lips left a track of kisses along your skin.
his hands wandered under your shirt, exploring your body gently, "what do you want to do next? do you need a break, or are you ready to go further?"
they both watched you intently, awaiting your response. kuroo's eyes were fixed on you, studying your expression and body language for any signs of hesitation.
kenma's eyes, filled with a mix of affection and desire, also remained focused on you, eager to hear your answer.
"i want you both," you whispered, your voice barely audible.
kuroo's eyes lit up at your words, and he grinned widely, "you have no idea how badly we've been wanting to hear that,"
kenma's expression mirrored kuroo's excitement, "yeah, we're more than ready," he says, his voice laced with anticipation.
"but, uh, i don't know what i'm supposed to do," you confessed, feeling a bit overwhelmed.
kuroo chuckled softly, his hands finding their way to your cheeks, cupping your face gently, "don't worry, baby," he said, his voice reassuring, "all you have to do is sit back and keep looking pretty for us. we’ll take care of you,”
he ran his hands up and down the length of our thighs, “we just need to establish a few things,” he leaned back, creating enough space between you for him to hold your gaze. his eyes met yours, and he spoke with a serious tone, "we both want to make sure you're comfortable with what we're about to do. and we need to establish a safe word."
kenma entwined his fingers with yours, "we want you to feel safe and in control. we won't do anything you're not okay with. so pick a word, any word, and we'll stop whenever you say it,"
“uh, red?” you offered contemplating.
"red it is, then."
kuroo grinned, a hint of authority in his tone, "we may get a little carried away. we might get a bit rough,” his hands squeezed you hips under your shirt and you stifled your gasp, “and there's a possibility we might degrade you a little,"
fuck yes
his eyes lock onto yours, searching for any sign of hesitance, "but remember, if it gets to be too much, just say that safe word, and we'll back off immediately. understood?"
you shivered at their words, a mix of anticipation and excitement coursing through your body. the thought of them pushing your boundaries, of getting a bit rough and degrading, sends tingles down your spine.
“yes,” you nodded in understanding.
kuroo leaned in and closer the distance between you, his lips meeting yours in a fierce kiss. his tongue darts out, seeking entry into your mouth hungrily, devouring your mouth with an intensity that took your breath away.
kenma moved closer to you, pressing his body against yours, and buried his face in the crook of your neck. his teeth grazed along the sensitive skin, leaving a trail of kisses and nipped as he slowly made his way towards your ear. he fumbled with his jersey and removed it, dropping it over his shoulder.
pulling back, kuroo reached behind his back and pulled off his shirt in one fluid motion, tossing it aside, presenting his bare skin to you, “so, have you ever touched yourself, sweetheart?
"no," you confessed, feeling sheepish, "i mean i've thought about it, but never acted on it,"
kuroo and kenma absorbed this information, their minds reeling.
it made sense now, the way you were so assertive and confident. you were untouched by the hands of others, a pure canvas waiting to be explored.
and the thought of being the one—ones— the first and only ones to guide you through the intricacies of physical intimacy, made their heart beat faster.
"we could teach you a thing or two," kenma offered, twirling a piece of your hair around his finger, and tucking it behind your ear.
kuroo had his chin resting on your shoulder, arms wound around your soft stomach, "only if you want to, though,"
"i want to. i want you both," you answer quickly. too quickly.
kuroo squeezed you tighter in his grip and kenma pressed a kiss to your lips. you leaned forward, capturing his lips with yours, eager to taste him again. you ran a hand up and down his pale skin, caressing his chest.
kenma hummed in delight, pulling back after placing a couple of smooches on your mouth. he stood from his seat on the bed and sank to his knees on his knees in front of you.
kuroo placed his palms on your thick thighs and spread them open, wide enough for kenma to settle on his haunches between them.
"no need to worry, sweetheart," kuroo murmured when your back tensed with anticipation, "we got you. you can say the word and we'll stop. ‘kay?"
kenma started to place a trail of kisses up your knee, gently resting one of your thighs over his shoulder. his long hair brushed against your skin, leaving a gentle and ticklish sensation after the touch of his lips, "but you'll have to use your words. we need to hear you,"
you nodded, chest rising and falling from both excitement and uncertainty, "yeah,"
and that's when it hit you. you stopped kenma with a hand on his free shoulder and leaned back into kuroo's chest.
the men focused on you. they weren't surprised when you withdrew, but concerned.
“what is it, darling?" kuroo brough your other hand to his mouth, and pressed a sloppy kiss to your knuckles, "you have to tell us otherwise we can’t help you,”
"i haven't shaved," you winced, "i mean, i trimmed, but it was a long time ago and after that, there was never the need to, so i just didn't,"
kenma sighed in relief, having worried that you were scared of them, "it doesn't matter, baby,"
"yeah," kuroo nodded, "but if you're uncomfortable we agree. but it's not something we mind. right, kenma?"
"yeah, i wanna eat you out, either way," he blinked up at you through hooded eyes, licking his lips.
you felt your face flush and you inhaled sharply, "okay. we can keep going,"
kuroo fisted the edge of the jersey you were wearing, tugging lightly, "can i take this off?"
you nodded, lifting your arms as kuroo pulled the cloth off your head, and tossed it aside, running his hands up and down your sides, his cold palms against your heated skin.
kenma gently nibbled at your thick thighs, sucking bruises on them, "mm wanna mark you up down here. only for us to know, hmm?" he pressed a loud kiss to the crack of your other knee.
you relaxed on kuroo's lap, feeling the way he ran his hands over your body. his palms slipped under your sports bra, cupping the tender flesh and giving a gentle squeeze.
you whimpered at his action, head falling back to rest on his shoulder, "f-fuck kuroo,"
"these need to go too," he pulled the elastic strap of your bra, letting it snap against your skin, "may i?"
"yes please," you nodded urgently, gulping when you felt your throat dry up.
"ah," he slowly began to knead your breasts in his rough palms, "does that feel good, darling?"
you managed a weak moan in agreement, laying one of your hand on top of his.
kenma had reached the waistband of your shorts, "hips up, love,"
you complied with his words and arched your body off kuroo enough for kenma to pull down your shorts along with your panties, your slickness ready creating a wet patch.
cool air hit your bare pussy, causing you to shudder as you settled back down on kuroo's lap.
"fuck," kenma cursed, his jaw slackening. you weren't lying when you said you hadn't trimmed or shaved in a while. but he could make out the way pussy was spread out for him by his lover. the way your folds glistened with your arousal, your clit peeking through.
"such a pretty pussy," kenma breathed, his gaze unfocused, "all mine to devour. isn't that right, love?" his finger teased at your entrance, slathering your arousal all over your folds.
"y-yes," you managed an answer, "all yours- oh god, kenma!!" you gasped when he plunged his tongue into your core, dragging the wet muscle against your walls, lips mouthing to lap up your arousal.
he grabbed the back of both your thighs and set them on his shoulders, nuzzling his face closer to your pussy.
your hand immediately shot to his hair, tangling messily while you ground your hips blindly against his face.
kenma moaned against your wetness, flattening his tongue, and licked a long stripe all the way to your clit, puckering his lips against the swollen bud.
you gasped at the new sensation, shivers shooting to your toes and you fisted his hair clumsily.
"here," kuroo caught your hands with his and guided them to kenma's head.
kenma barely registured the movement, seemingly too lost in eating your pussy. he was ruthless. kissing, licking, and even biting, soothing the pain with a quick stroke of his warm tongue.
your hands were trembling from the ferocity of his actions. you let kuroo bunch up kenma's hair in your fist as he instructed you to, "you gotta hold his hair like this. in a ponytail. so it makes it easier for him to eat you out. and also you can control him. like this," kuroo nudged kenma’s head further between your plush thighs by his grip.
kenma groaned into your pussy, the vibrations causing you to moan and arch into his face, "s-shit, feels so good,"
kuroo smirked, loving the way your face contorted in pleasure, "that's right,"
he pressed his open-mouth against the side of your neck, mouthing and grazing his teeth to leave a mark. you angeled your head to the side to give him better access.
kenma pulled back with a big heave, chest rising and falling with each breath he took. he rested his cheek on your thigh, gazing up at you, "you taste so good. fucking hell,"
his mouth and chin were glistening with your arousal, and fuck he looked so hot.
without any warning, kenma leaned forward, breathing against your pussy.
you shuddered, tugging at his hair, which you had in a ponytail.
the corner of kenma's mouth curved into an eager smile, "pull harder, baby,"
you yanked his head closer between your legs, "p-please, kenma. want m-more, don’t stop, ah,"
kenma puckered his lips in front of your pussy and let a glob of his spit dribble onto your clit. he watched in awe as it slid down your folds. He pushed his tongue into your pussy and spreading it all over, bobbing his head from side to side.
you writhed against kuroo, moaning pathetically, "f-fuck, kenma. i-i can't, mmph!" you felt a pressure build in your lower belly and a low buzzing filled your head.
your mouth was open slightly, nose scrunched and brows furrowed in pleasure. kuroo brought a hand up to your mouth and pressed his thumb against your lower lip, "open your mouth, sweetheart,"
your mouth fell agape and you took his thumb in your mouth and swirled your tongue around, hollowing your cheeks,
"such a pretty baby," kuroo cooed at you, pulling his thumb from your lips, watching the way they puckered.
his hand crept down and his thumb pressed on your clit, rubbing roughly.
you gasped, clamping your thighs shut around kenma's head in reflex. the man only hummed, gripping your thighs around his face.
chuckling darkly, kuroo eased your thighs apart, "as much as i bet that feels good," his thumb pressed down particularly hard on your clit, and he traced figure eights on them, "you need your air, kenma," he turned his attention to you, "you close, baby?"
"i-i think so," you stammered, melting into the embrace.
"look at us," kuroo caught your jaw, angling it forward until you caught sight of your reflection in the mirror on the other side of the room.
you perched on kuroo's lap, while he hand one hand sliding down to the base of your neck, and the other dipping between your legs.
the back of kenma's body visible between your legs, ankles hooked at his back. his hair in a ponytail withing your fist, while his head bobbed up and down as he ate you savagely.
it was a sight to behold. two men brought down to their lowest just to please you.
so that’s what the mirror was for.
"you see how beautiful you look?" kuroo continued, "fucking gorgeous," he rasped.
his hand closed lightly around the column of your neck, causing you to let out a strained moan.
Watching yourself getting fucked caused a wave of pleasure to wash over you, giving rise to goosebumps. your orgasm flowed through you in bouts of bliss as you sagged back into kuroo, mumbling something incoherently.
kenma swallowed around you, tongue swiping every drop while his mouth sucked every drop that slid out of your folds.
he pulled back, a string of saliva stretching from his swollen lips to your quivering pussy, his face squished by your thick thighs at both sides.
kenma was rubbing himself through his shorts, fisting his girth as he pumped with urgency, his mouth falling open is ecstasy. his hips stuttered and he came in his shorts, soiling the material with his release. his shoulders relaxed and cushioning his face between your thighs.
"c'mere," kuroo carded a finger through kenma's hair and yanked him up, bending forward and met his lips in the middle, tongue swiping against the corner of his lips to taste you, "mm,"
the sight of the two men locking mouths sent your heart racing, igniting a surge of excitement within you. you bit your lower lip, captivated by the spectacle unfolding before your eyes.
when kuroo pulled back, he adjusted you in his lap. his tongue traced your cum on his lower lip, "fuck baby, i can't get enough of you,"
"d'you wanna taste yourself, pretty?" kenma muttered incoherently, blinking down at you.
your mouth parted in silent pleading and kenma shoved his tongue past your lips, muffling the moan that escaped you.
your lips closed around his tongue, sucking languidly as you tasted your arousal on him.
kuroo slipped a single finger into your used pussy, the wetness yeilding a painless intrusion as he moved his finger around cautiously.
You’s mouth slackened against kenma's mouth and he gripped your face in his hand, the other groping your breast. he tweaked your hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger, relishing the whimper you let out.
"you're so tight, baby," kuroo breathed hotly into your ear, "imagine how your pretty pussy will be squeezin' my cock," he slipped in another finger and curled them in a 'come hither' motion.
you gripped his wrist, pushing his hand further between your legs. your thighs shut together, trapping his hand. your toes curled and uncurled from the pleasure.
kuroo rubbed the heel of your palm to your clit with just the right pressure, "pretty little slut," he sponged a wet kiss to your
the name caused a rush of shame... but also desire. something awfully filthy yet addicting.
"our pretty little slut," kenma corrected, cooing at you affectionately, "only ours to ruin. you like it when we call you our slut?"
"yes, yes, please. oh god, right there," your mouth fell open, eyes rolling back when kuroo grazed that spongy spot in you.
"here?" kuroo curled his fingers, fingers pumping in and out of you at an increased pace.
"y-yeah, i-i think m'gonna-"
you were already sensitive from your first orgasm and your second one hit you like a rock, leaving you shaking in his embrace.
"that's it, baby," kuroo eased you out of your high, "you did so good for us,"
kenma held your chin, peppering kisses all over your face while you tried to regain your breathing, "you look so beautiful, all spread out for us,"
kuroo eased his fingers out of your pussy, slick with your cum, and brought them to his lips, licking them clean.
you were leaning against his chest while you watched him suck his fingers clean, "mm, so fucking good,"
kenma thumbed a bit of your cum at the corner of his mouth and licked it, "told ya," he turned his attention to you, "how're you feeling. babe?"
"a bit sore," you admitted, wincing when a dull pain shot up your thighs.
kuroo gently made you sit on the mattress and when he settled beside you, you noticed his painfully hard cock straining against his shorts, his precum soaking through.
"kuroo," you reached out a hand without thinking, fingers grazing the outline of his cock.
shit, he was big.
"ah," he hissed at your touch, "don't worry your pretty head about it, love. we'll take care of it," he grasped your wrist gently, pushing it away.
"does it hurt?"
"that's okay," kenma pressed a kiss to your forehead, settling on your other side, "we got it covered,"
you looked down and noticed that he was also getting aroused, "i want to help you," you spoke, your words dripping with desire.
kuroo’s smile softened, and he pulled you closer to him, his arms enveloping you in a protective embrace, “i appreciate the offer, but i don’t want to trouble you,”
"no, but i want to," you insisted, looking form one to the other, "teach me. teach me how to touch you,"
kuroo’s breath hitched at your words, a mix of desire and surprise in his eyes. he looked at kenma, who nodded silently.
he turned his attention back to you, his voice gruff, “are you sure?” he asked, his expression serious but filled with need.
you didn't answer him. instead you reached a careful hand over and palmed his groin, “please,” you pupils were dilated to the point where your irises were nearly drowned.
kuroo gasped as you touched him, “damn, you’re gonna drive me crazy,”
kuroo made you to sit on his lap again, "alright, pay attention,” he instructed, his voice firm but gentle, “we gotta get off kenma first,”
he took your hand in his, his palm engulfing the back of yours and made you cup kenma's clothed cock.
kenma puffed a breath, “mmm, yeah, just like that,” he hissed, his body automatically arching towards you.
your free hand tugged at his shorts, "can i take these off?"
kenma pulled both off with a swift, practiced motion, his movements driven by a mixture of eagerness and need. he tossed them aside, his breathing quickened and his eyes dark with desire as he looked at you, “i’m all yours,” he murmured, his voice low and huskier, “do with me whatever you wish,”
"show him some love," kuroo made you hand to slowly pump him, the base of your fist grazing his pubes with each stroke, "he's such a pathetic mess for you, baby,"
kenma’s eyes rolled back at his words, his hands clenched on the bed sheets.
kuroo's eyes were dark with need, clearly enjoying the sight of you touching his lover, “that’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “take care of him, just like that,”
you let his motions guide you taking in the way the man writhed at your touch, you were in utter awe.
kenma's face was a picture of ecstasy, his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open as you touched him. his hair was sticking to his forehead, damp with sweat as he gasped with pleasure. his body was quivering under your touch, clearly responding to every movement you made.
kuroo watched with intense focus, his own eyes darkened with need, “you’re doing so well, sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire, “you’re driving him wild.”
you swiped your thumb on his tip, smearing the precum that was dribbling out of him, as you continued to pump his length.
kenma’s body jerked at the sensation, and he let out a guttural moan, “oh, god, you’re driving me insane,” he gasped, his hands clenching the bed sheets even tighter.
kuroo encouraged, his voice low and sultry, “you’re doing so well.”
kenma’s body writhed under your touch, his breath coming in gasps and moans, “oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” he pleaded, his grip on the bed sheets so tight that his knuckles were turning white.
kuroo let go of your hand and gave you complete control to make kenma go crazy. you increased your pace tentatively, brows furrowing in focus.
kuroo brushed his fingers over kenma's collarbone, gently kissing and nipping at his skin as he watched you work your magic.
“what's the matter pretty boy?” he murmured, his lips trailing a path along kenma’s shoulder and up to his neck, "feeling needy?"
kenma whimpered at kuroo’s touch, his head falling back as he gasped, “Ooh, god, you’re gonna make me lose it if you keep doing that,” he said, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“you’re not the only one,” kuroo growled in response, his eyes fixed on you as you continued to pleasure kenma.
you gave the base of his cock an experimental squeeze, stroking the length of him with increased pace.
kenma’s body tensed and arched as he reached climax, his head thrown back and a guttural moan escaping his lips. he gasped as he came down from his high, “you’re amazing,” he fell on his back on the bed, looking at you with a mixture of exhaustion. his muscles were loose and relaxed, a testament to the intense pleasure he had just experienced.
his release left a sticky mess on his stomach and your hand, and he let out a satisfied sigh, his body still trembling with aftershocks. “damn, that was intense,” he breathed,
kuroo’s eyes darkened with desire as you turned your attention to him, “mmm, you’re eager for me, aren’t you?” he teased, his voice sultry.
“come here,” he murmured, adjusting you in such a way that you were now straddling him his hands roaming over your body, exploring every inch of your skin.
kuroo’s tongue gently licked kenma’s release off your hand, his eyes still darkened with need. his raven hair fell across his forehead, framing his face as he looked up at you.
kenma made a noise at the back of his throat, his spaced min unable to comprehend such a filthy sight.
he continued to gently lick your hand, coating it with his spit. he looked up at you, his eyes dark with need and desire, “that’s it,” he coaxed, “i want to make sure your hand is nice and slick for me, darling,”
a wave of heat washed over you, the feeling of his tongue against your skin was both sensual and possessive, an indication of his desire for you.
kuroo’s hands quickly moved to his shorts and boxers, pulling them down in one swift motion. he kicked them aside, his eyes still dark with desire as he looked at you.
you felt your throat dry up. while kenma was ridged, thick and flushed, a bit rounded at his mushroom tip with a slight curve. but kuroo’s length was both thick and taut, slightly bigger than kenma. his bulbous head leaking with precum as a vein ran at the underside of his cock. the sight of it was enough to send your heart racing
“like what you see, sweetheart?” he teased with a cheeky smirk on his lips.
but you had barely registered his words. you brushed your fingers over his sensitive top and traced the vein on his girth, unknowingly stroking his hard cock, cupping with your entire palm.
kuroo let out a low moan, enjoying the feel of your touch, "you're hands are so warm-fuck," he growled, his body arching towards you.
“now, start stroking me,” he instructed, his hands moving to your hips, pulling you closer to him.
he watched as your hand began to move, his breathing becoming faster and more erratic, “ah, that feels good,”
his body jerked at your touch, a guttural moan escaping his lips, “oh, yeah, right there,” he hissed, his eyes fluttering shut, “you’re a fast learner,” he panted, his hands squeezing your hips. “keep going, just like that.”
you pressed your thumb to his tip, feeling the way his precumslid down his length from your action, and continued your motion.
kuroo gasped as you traced his veins with your fingertip, his body trembling with pleasure, “oh, god, you’re drivin’ me crazy,” he groaned, his voice filled with need. keep going, just like that,” he whispered, his words coming out in short breaths. “you’re doing so good.”
he nuzzled his cheeks against your bare chest, his mouth finding and latching onto your sensitive nub. he arched his body towards you, seeking more of your touch.
his mouth was like a heavy, warm weight around your breast, his lips just gently mouthing, not quite sucking or licking but just creating a soft, constant pressure. it was like he was just savoring the feel of your skin.
kuroo could feel himself teetering on the edge, his body trembling with need, “yeah, i’m getting close,” he panted, his voce hoarse, “j-just a little more.”
you gripped him at the base of his cock and gave him two firm strokes, twisting and pumping which had him cumming hard, shooting ropes of his cum on his stomach and your hands.
kuroo was breathing heavily, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. his eyes were darkened with desire, his body still trembling with the aftershocks of his release.
he looked at you, his expression a mixture of satisfaction and need. clearly, he was still reeling from the intense pleasure you had just given him.
"did i do good?" you questioned meekly.
kuroo’s eyes softened as he heard your question, his expression still one of satisfaction. he could see the insecurity in your eyes, and he was quick to reassure you.
“sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice firm but gentle, “you were incredible,"
kenma, still in the aftermath of his own climax, looked up at you from the bed, “damn right,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse.
kuroo chuckled at the sight of your messy hand, coated slick with cum, “looks like we made quite a mess there,” he teased.
tentatively, you brought your hand towards your mouth, the hand still coated in kuroo’s release.
with a flicker of your tongue, you hesitantly tasted him, the tangy, salty flavor exploding on your tongue. your eyes rolled back as you lapped up, a low whimper escaping your throat.
kuroo’s jaw dropped as he saw your eyes roll back in your head, a mix of awe and amazement etched across his face, "fuck," he swore, his voice hoarse with desire, "you’re so goddamn beautiful, sweetheart. can’t get enough of you."
“i don’t think we can take much more of this,” kenma groaned, his body moving to your side, arching towards you, his need for contact obvious.
kuroo’s eyes followed kenma’s movements, his own desire flaring at the sight, “yeah, me either,” he panted, his body tensing with restraint.
both men's gazes were fixed on you, their bodies taut with need, as they waited for you to make the next move.
kuroo and kenma exchanged a glance, their eyes meeting in a silent communication. they both wanted you, and the desire was obvious in their gazes.
“what do you want to do, sweetheart?” Kuroo asked, his voice a low, sultry whisper.
you swallowed, looking from one to the other with half-lidded eyes, "want you both to fuck me,"
kuroo and kenma both cursed at your words, their bodies responding with an almost primal need.
kenma groaned, his voice strained with desire, “this is a big step,” he added, his voice hoarse with need.
"we just want to make sure you’re ready for it,” kuroo’s hand found its way to your core, his touch gentle but firm.
with each movement of his hand, you could feel yourself becoming more and more aroused.
“oh darlin', you’re drippin' wet,” he whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of awe and desire. “this all for us?"
you nodded shyly, looking away in embarrassment, "i don't think i'll be able to walk tomorrow," you commented with a chuckle.
both men inhaled sharply at your words, their bodies responding instantly to the idea of leaving you sore and marked with reminders of their love.
“oh, we’ll make sure you remember this for days,” kuroo promised, eyes gleaming in mischief.
“you won’t forget us that easily,” kenma agreed, his lips finding your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin.
you shuddered, gripping as you nails dug into kuroo's shoulder.
kuroo’s voice lowered, his tone dropping to a rumble as he spoke, “s'okay baby. you don’t have anything to worry about,” he said, his hand tracing a path down your side, “we’ll make sure you take every inch of us, and you’ll love it,”
kenma’s hand continued to caress your thigh as he leaned in even closer, his breath hot against your ear, “you know we’ll fill you up so good, don’t you?” he whispered, his words dripping with desire, “you’ll be so full of us that you’ll be dripping. completely and utterly wrecked,”
kuroo leaned closer. he agreed, his voice rough with need, “you belong to us, and we’ll make sure you remember it,”
hello! can I req Drabble where hq characters comfort reader insome way by shushing them. like ‘shh sweetie shh shh’ 🫠🫠🫠 i just think it’s super intimate and reassuring.
take care of yourself :)
ohh yess i love this<3 thank you sm my love, hope you enjoyy
↳ 𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 - 𝗛𝗮𝗶𝗸𝘆𝘂𝘂! 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺! 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
haikyuu x fem!reader
summary - you have a bad day and you come home in a sour mood, resulting in you snapping at your innocent boyfriend
it all started when you realized you were running late for work and you had spilled coffee on your shirt, making you change into another before you left. your car wouldn't start, leaving you late for your first meeting.
as the day went on, it seemed like every minuscule thing opposed you. your phone died in the middle of an important call, and you received multiple emails from coworkers with urgent requests.
but just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, your boss took the time to reprimand you for your performance, adding to your stress and frustration.
the traffic was dreadful, adding to your stress and making you late for your lunch appointment.
and to top it all off, the weather turned bad and your clothes got ruined, worsening your already bad mood.
by the time you reached home, you were feeling fed up and exhausted, the weight of the day's events bearing down on you.
all you wanted was a hot shower and a good night's sleep, you didn't even have the energy to change into your sleep clothes.
as you crawled into bed, feeling utterly spent and frustrated, you couldn't help but feel that the universe was conspiring against you today.
you heard the front door click open and shut, indicating that your boyfriend that just got home.
he found you in the bedroom where you had sat up to greet him.
with a hasty kiss on your forehead, he immediately asked if dinner was ready. he had been working late and was clearly eager to get something to eat.
you felt instantly overwhelmed, the added pressure of having to cook for your boyfriend after a bad day was too much to bare.
you felt your frustration and anger welling up inside you, the exhaustion and stress of the day reaching a snapping point.
with a quick breath, you snapped at your boyfriend, lashing out at him, "seriously? after the day I've had, you're going to come home and ask me to cook?"
poor thing. he mouthed cluelessly like a goldfish under the water, "i thought you said you were gonna make dinner tonight so-"
"so?!" you seethed, clenching your fists at your side, "so what? do you even care how my day went?"
"of course i care. i just-"
"no, you clearly don't! i've had a terrible day, and the last thing i want to do is cook dinner for you!"
he raised his hands at his sides, speaking cautiously, "i didn't mean to upset you, i just wanted to know if we were going to eat-"
"well, you did upset me! and the answer is no! i'm not cooking dinner, i'm too tired and sick with everything that's happened today!"
you ducked your face away from your boyfriend, covering it with your trembling hands. your shoulders shook as you tried to suppress the tears of frustration and exhaustion that threatened to fall.
your boyfriend was clearly taken aback by your burst of emotions, his own expression turning from surprise to concern.
"i'm sorry," you whimpered, pressing the heels of your palms to your teary eyes, "please go," you muttered, your voice thick with emotion. "just leave me alone. i'm not in the mood to talk right now,"
"baby," he said, his voice gentle as he approached you, "i didn't mean to-"
"just stop, okay?" you cut him off, your voice wavering as you spoke, "I don't want to talk about it, I just want to be alone for a while. please," you added desperately.
your boyfriend hesitated, his heart tugging when he heard your voice crack. he saw the pain and frustration etched onto your face and knew that he had unintentionally added to your already bad mood.
the room fell silent, the only sound being your ragged breathing as you struggled to keep your emotions in check.
your boyfriend finally broke the silence, his voice soft as he spoke, "i'm sorry. i didn't mean to make things worse,"
you shook your head, your own guilt and remorse bubbling up inside you, "no, i'm the one who's sorry," you said, hiccuping a bit, "i shouldn't have taken my bad mood out on you, you didn't deserve it."
your boyfriend stepped closer, gently wrapping his arms around you. he pulled you into a firm embrace, holding you close as he comforted you, "shh, shh, darling," he murmured into your hair, "it's okay, let it out."
he kissed your forehead, his lips lingering softly on your skin. he moved to your cheeks, kissing them gently as he continues to hold you,
you pulled back with a gasp, shaking your head in a sob. but he kept sneaking kisses to your mouth, trying to soothe your distress.
you fisted the material of his shirt, your chest heaving, "i'm so sorry," he kissed your lips once, "i shouldn't have," he kissed you again, "i don't what got into me,"
your boyfriend continued to make soft shushing noises, his hand gently stroking your back as he tried to calm you down.
"shhh, it's alright," he soothed, his voice warm and comforting. "you don't have to worry about anything right now. just focus on us. i'm here for you,"
he continued to whisper reassurances, his embrace strong and supportive as he held you close.
"i'm not going anywhere, i promise," he murmured, his voice soft and calm, "no matter what, i'm always going to be here for you, okay?"
he continued to shower you with gentle touches, his hand caressing your head, cheeks, and neck, while his lips brushed against your face, spreading kisses. his shushing noises continued, the sound a comforting presence in your ear.
tears continued to flow from your eyes as you soaked in his comfort and affection, feeling the weight of your bad day slowly lift from your shoulders.
"i'm sorry. i'm so so sorry," you buried your face into his muscular chest, your tears staining his shirt.
"shhhh," he hushed, his voice soft and consoling, "it's okay, honey, I know you're sorry. I'm not mad at you, i never was. i can never be mad at you,"
you pressed your face into his chest, "nono," you shook your head, "you should be. you didn't mean any harm. why aren't you mad at me?" you rested your chin on his chest, blinking up at him.
"you were having a rough day, and you didn't mean to snap at me. i understand that," he smooched you between your eyebrows, "because I love you," he said simply, "i know that you didn't mean to lash out at me, you were just stressed out,"
his grip on you tightened slightly, his fingers rubbing circles on your back.
"no, baby," you dragged the word, still not able to comprehend that he wasn't mad at your attitude.
"yes, sweetheart," he replied, his voice firm but gentle, "i do love you, and i'm not going to get mad at you for having a bad day,"
he tilted your chin up, forcing you to look at him. his eyes were soft and full of love as he held your gaze.
"but," he continued, his tone firm yet caring, "you need to promise me one thing, okay? promise me that you'll tell me when you're feeling stressed or upset, so i can be here for you."
your sobs had subsided as you looked up at him with glazed eyes, tears clinging to your lash line. your lips in a pouty whimper you nodded, chin nudging against his chest, "i promise,"
"mm, that's my good girl," he murmured, his eyes softening as he watched your pouty expression.
he gently traced your bottom lip with his thumb, his touch tender and soft. "i just want to be there for you, sweetheart. you don't have to carry your burdens alone."
"m'kay,"
he noticed the slight quiver in your lips and the way your pout trembled. it was clear to him just how emotional you were feeling in that moment.
he couldn't help but slot his lips against your pout, kissing away your tears.
he pulled you closer, bringing you into his embrace once more, wrapping his arms around you protectively.
"thank you," you rested your cheek on him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
"'s alright, sweetheart," he murmured, his voice soft as he held you against him.
he gently stroked your back, "remember, I'm always here for you, no matter what. and i'll always love you, no matter how many bad days you have,"
he began to rock gently from one foot to the other, swaying back and forth in a pacifying motion. his head was resting on top of yours, his chin nestled against your hair.
the repetitive motion of his gentle swaying was calming, and the warmth of his embrace was comforting.
he could feel you relax in his arms as you closed your eyes, your body molding against his. he continued to rock gently, his body moving in a slow, benign rhythm.
"that's it," he whispered, his voice low and gentle in your ear, "i've got you. i'm right here,"
he could feel the tension gradually leaving your body as you surrendered to his embrace, letting go of the stress and frustration of the day's events.
you pulled back to look at him, your arms wound around his middle, "what about dinner though?"
he chuckled softly, the vibration of his rumbling through his chest. he pulled back slightly, his hands still gently holding your shoulders as he looked down at you with a gentle smile, "you focus on taking some deep breaths and unwinding, okay? i'll take care of dinner."
"stay for a bit," you tensed your arms around him, tightening your grip, eyes pleading, "please?"
he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling you on top of him in such a way that your body was slung across his lap, "then tell me about your day," he gazed up at you in adoration, "'cause i'm here to listen. and i mean, tell me everything,"
Any chance a part 2 of the Kenji Sato x femreader tyla dance please? But THIS time kenji doing the tyla dance. https://youtube.com/shorts/SXthzzDmrIU?si=DSN457g5REVS1p9i
lmaoo (also, i had to use that one meme:))
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kenji would be so confident about it. piece of cake, even he could move like that.
he'd call you over and make you watch him do the challenge. he'd set the camera in front of you both to record him dancing and you reacting to it.
you'd be at the side with crossed arms, lips threatening to burst out laughing.
the beat would drop and he would try his level best and do little dance moves, but his body would be very stiff as he attempted the dance, looking awkward and clunky as he fumbled through the moves, his movements lacking grace or elegance.
as he did the little dance, he’d have a bright, wide goofy smile on his face, looking like an idiot as he attempted the moves and kept you in front of him.
he’d keep attempting the dance, his movement blundering as he tried to match the moves in the video with his movements, his phone recording all of it, including your face.
"ah, don't shake my pancakes," you'd point a hand at him, hunching over in fits of laughter.
he’d immediately pout when you insulted his ass, insinuating it looked flat like pancakes, his movements in the dance faltering a little bit as he shot you a glare, "shut up, they aren't pancakes,"
"sure," you rolled your eyes at him.
kenji would gasp when you slap his ass, inhaling sharply, still recording the whole thing as you laughed at him.
his glare swiftly transformed into a cheeky grin as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a playful wrestling match.
you both tumbled onto the couch behind you, your bodies flailing as the blend of your laughter filled the room.
pairing: inexperienced!tadashi yamaguchi x experienced!fem!reader (aged up to 21)
warnings - fluff, lots of kissing, making out, marking, mention of insecurity, use of petnames, praise kink, dry humping
author's note: there aren't many tadashi fics and i love him so much, he's so precious. (i may make a part 2 smut for this;))
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"can i... kiss you?"
tadashi's heart was pounding, his heartbeat so loud it felt as if the whole room fell silent. his eyes darted back to meet yours, his cheeks turning even redder. he let out a small huff, his breath shaky as he spoke.
after your date at the restaurant, you and tadashi sat on a bench in a picturesque park, still dressed up from your date. the moon and stars glittered above, casting a romantic ambiance over you.
he was wearing a sharp black and white suit, looking effortlessly handsome. you had donned an elegant dress, the fabric flowing gracefully to your ankles with a slit that climbed up to your mid-thigh, making you look nothing short of stunning.
you turned towards him, giving him a look full of mischief and adoration.
"i've…never done this before," he confessed, his voice soft and quiet, "i've never kissed anyone before, so i'm a bit nervous," his fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.
your expression softened, and you took his squirming hands in yours, "that's okay. i could show you. want me to walk you through it, love?"
tadashi nodded, blushing shyly at your words, "yeah," he replied, his voice still shaky with nerves.
taking an unsteady breath, he shifted closer to you on the bench. his eyes held an intense mixture of nervousness and excitement, "please, teach me. i want to do this right,"
"i'll go slow, okay?" you eased the worry in his hands, "lemme know if i make you uncomfortable in any way, alright?"
"yeah, okay," tadashi replied, his voice a bit steadier now. he took a deep breath, trying his best to relax, "i'll let you know if I get uncomfortable, i promise,"
"good boy,"
tadashi's heart skipped a beat at your praise, his cheeks heating up even more, "hey, d-don't do that," he protested weakly, a lighthearted grin on his face, "you’re going to make me even more flustered if you keep saying things like that,"
you chuckled at his words, moving to sit closer to him, "can i kiss your hands?"
his blush deepened, and he nodded timidly, "yeah…you can,"
you lifted his hands to your mouth, your lips brushing against his skin as you kissed his knuckles.
tadashi let out a small gasp, your gentle touch sent tingles shooting up his arm, and he could feel his pulse quickening.
turning his hand over, you pressed his palm against the apples of your cheek, turning your head to press a kiss to the center of them. you looked up at him through your lashes.
"ah…" he murmured, his voice a mix of surprise and something else — something he couldn’t quite name.
leaning forward, you whispered into his ear, your hot breath hitting his ear, "can i kiss your neck?"
tadashi swallowed hard, his breath catching in his throat. he closed his eyes, his skin tingling with anticipation as he nodded, "yes," he whispered, his voice trembling, "please, kiss my neck,"
you mouthed at the skin of his neck softly, cupping his throat closer to yourself.
a soft moan escaped tadashi's lips as your mouth made contact with his neck. the sensation of your lips against his skin sent a shiver down his spine, and he tilted his head to the side to give you better access.
"mmph!" he breathed, his voice a mix of surprise and pleasure, "that feels…really good,"
"i love those sounds coming out of you," you murmured into his skin, your tongue tracing the beat of his pulse, "don't stop making them, pretty boy,"
tadashi let out another low groan, your term of endearment had his mind and body submitting to you. he tilted his head even more to the side, his breaths coming out in shaky gasps as his hands settled on your waist.
you trailed kisses up his jaw, humming in delight, palms sliding up his chest.
tadashi arched into your touch. your pleased murmur sent tingles down his spine, and he suddenly found himself craving more.
"ah…please, don’t tease me like that," his voice was laced with pleading.
you pulled back with a smack, resting both your arms on his shoulder.
tadashi whined at the loss of contact, his eyes slowly opening to meet yours, his gaze a mixture of desire and pleading in his eyes, "why’d you stop?"
you brought your hands to the sides of his face, thumbs caressing his cheekbones, "i want to make this as special for you as possible. so be patient with me. i promise i'll make you feel so good, okay hon? just relax for me,"
tadashi's heart fluttered in his chest as he felt the love and care you poured into him.
the gentle patience you showed, taking things slow to make the moment special for him, felt like a warm blanket wrapping around his soul. with you, he felt small and vulnerable, but also safe and adored.
he nodded, trying his best to relax under your touch, "okay…i’m trying to relax," he murmured, his voice slightly unsteady.
"it's okay," you pressed your lips to his forehead, trailing to the side to his temples, brushing the jet-black hair that fell all over his face.
tadashi closed his eyes, letting out a soft huff of breath, "mm…that feels nice,"
you grinned, locking eyes with him. his cheeks were still flushed, and his heart was racing, but there was a peaceful expression on his face.
"may i kiss your cheeks?" your hands slid to settle at the side of his neck.
a soft smile tugged at the corners of Sugawara's lips as you asked for permission to kiss his cheeks and he nodded, "yeah, you can," he murmured, his voice carrying a slight hint of anticipation.
you kissing both his cheeks, gripping his face in one hand, and squishing lightly.
a soft gasp escaped tadashi's lips and he let out a playful whine as you squished his face. he couldn’t help but let out a laugh, his body relaxing a bit more at the intimate gesture.
"hey, hey. no squishing my face." he protested, his voice a mix of feigned annoyance and amusement.
"mm, but you're so cute!" you voice was muffled as you spoke against his cheekbone playfully.
another soft gasp escaped tadashi as you continued to squish his face, his body trembling slightly under your touch. he tried to maintain a straight face, but the whimpers and small sounds that escaped him betrayed his true feelings, "alright, quit it, darling. you're making me look silly,"
you smiled against him, moving down to kiss his chin. his face dipped down, causing his lips to hover before yours.
"you’re such a tease," he found himself leaning forward, his lips inches away from yours.
but then, a flash of hesitation crossed his face. he was suddenly overwhelmed with a mixture of nervousness and fear.
"s'okay babe," you traced his lower lip, pressing your thumb against it and tugging it down.
your touch sent shocks through his body, and he could feel his body tensing and relaxing at the same time.
he closed his eyes, his breaths coming out in shaky puffs, and tried to gather his thoughts, "i—i’m just…i’m just a bit worried," he admitted, his voice laced with both fear and desire.
testing the waters, you placed a quick peck against his lips, trying to slowly coax him.
tadashi's eyes shot open, his body jolting forward in surprise as your lips made contact with his. the feeling of your gentle peck sent a wave of warmth through him, and he found himself leaning into the touch, wanting more.
"ah…” he licked his lips, gaze dropping to your mouth, "can you do that again?"
his heart was pounding in his chest, his body filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation. he was still skittish, still hesitant, but the feeling of your lips against his had ignited a fire within him.
you pressed your lips against his, humming against his mouth and tilted your head to the side for better access.
a small moan left tadashi's lips as your mouth met his again. he leaned further into the kiss, his body instinctively seeking more of your touch.
he brought his shaking hands up to cup your face, and he held you close, his heart racing as he deepened the kiss.
you enulfed his hand on your face with your own, your other hand going behind his head.
tadashi gasped as you gripped the back of his head, his body responding to your touch.
his mouth moved against yours, the kissing growing more intense. he followed your movements, allowing you to take the lead. he could feel his body heating up, the kiss growing deeper, more passionate.
"open your mouth," you panted against his lips, tracing your tongue on his lower lip.
tadashi obeyed without hesitation, his mouth opening slightly in response to your request. his breaths came out in shallow pants, and he could feel his heart hammering against his chest, the anticipation coursing through his body.
"ah…like this?" he whispered, opening his mouth a bit and waiting for your next move.
"mm," you slipped your tongue into his mouth.
as you pressed against him, his body trembled with need, his fingers tracing light circles on your hips.
without breaking the kiss you slung your leg across his lap, straddling him. your dress bunched up your hips, your thigh exposed to him by the slit of your dress, "this okay?"
tadashi nodded eagerly, his palm splaying on your bare thigh, "more than okay," he could feel your soft, warm skin against his rough palm.
he loved the feel of your body against his, the way your skin felt under his hands.
he resumed the kiss again, tugging you into him by holding your body flush against his.
his tongue explored your mouth with an increasing sense of urgency and desperation. he needed you, needed to feel your touch, to feel you close to him.
your mouth moved against each other in a hot and eager exchange, evolving into an even more messy affair. tongues tangled and wrestled, teeth nipping at lips. gasps and moans escaped you both in equal measure, each craving more of the other.
both of your mouths moved together in a frantic dance, the passion between them quickly rising to new heights. wet slaps and sounds of sucking filled the air, the intensity of their kiss drowning out all other sounds.
hands grasped and tugged at each other's clothes, each desperate to pull the other closer. you were both panting and out of breath, the need to taste and feel each other overriding all other thoughts.
the kiss was like a storm, consuming and passionate, leaving you both dizzy.
he grasped your hips and moved up against you in need, each press of his body against yours sending sparks of ecstasy through your core.
you could feel the heat and hardness of his arousal, a testament to his need for you, and it only drove your own desire higher.
you pressed your hips down on his, pinning him down your body as you continued to circle you hips and rock them forward.
he groaned with a mixture of desire and need, the sound escaping his lips in a guttural, primal way. sounds of breathless gasps and moans filled the air, all words lost in the fog of lust that enveloped you.
you reluctantly broke the kiss, gasping for air as you tried to steady your breathing and halted your hips, fist wrapped around his tie. your face was flushed, lips red and swollen from the intensity of the kiss.
tadashi couldn't help it — he followed after you, his lips still seeking yours.
his chest rose and fell with each rapid breath, his cheeks flushed and his lips reddened and puffy from the passionate kiss. strands of his hair were sticking to his forehead, his eyes dark and dilated from the heat of the moment. he stared at you, his body visibly tense and trembling slightly.
"please, darling," he whispers, his voice soft and needy, "don't stop…i want more,"
you couldn't help but smile at his eagerness, his neediness. you know that he couldn't get enough of you, and you loved the power you have over him, "baby, you're so desperate for me, aren't you?"
tadashi nodded, his eyes wide and pleading, "i am," he whispered, his voice a little shaky, "i can't help it. i need you, baby. i need your touch, your attention. you make me feel so good, so alive…i can't get enough of you."
he was practically putty in your hands, completely at your mercy.
"shh," you whispered, your voice soft and soothing. you carded you fingers through his hair, "i know. i can feel how much you want me. and i'm going to give you everything you want,"
your hand slid down to cup the side of his face and he nuzzled into your palm, blinking up at you in a haze of lust and submission.
you skimmed your thumb under the soft skin of his eyes, "you're mine, after all, and i take good care of what's mine,"
summary - you're a member of the girls' volleyball team at Karasuno High getting ready for a friendly match against the guys' team. during the game, you manage to catch the attention of one of the boys who can't keep his eyes off you while you play.
warnings - fluff, vague description of volleyball matches (i apologize in advance)
author's note: a little self-indulgent fic. this is for all my volleyball girlies who dreamed of playing with the haikyuu boys. :) <33 also, i've used the names from the actual Karasuno High girls volleyball club.
it was your team's serve and the score was at 14: 7 in favour of the boy's team. with each cheer of the boys' team, your team's spirits were dropped.
hinata hit his serve on the net; the red-haired boy blanched while kageyama sent him a death glare.
your serve was up.
your body buzzed with anticipation as michimiya tossed you the ball, giving you an encouraging nod, "give us a good serve. make it curve,"
you blinked, mouthing helplessly, "i'm not sure i can pull it off,"
but michimiya gave you a strong look that said 'just do it'
you got behind the line, tapping the ball, and tried to shake off the nerves. the sound of the impact echoed through the air, filling the atmosphere with a satisfying thud each time it made contact.
the whistle was blown and you looked up.
your eyes unexpectedly locked with tanaka's, which caused both of you to blink rapidly and snap out of it.
you tossed the ball, delivering a powerful serve. it soared through the air, passing barely above the tape of the net.
tanaka straightened, calling for the ball, "mine!"
but the ball curved at the last minute, which resulted him in shanking the pass.
tanaka initially panicked, fearing that he had ruined the play. however, when he saw kageyama successfully complete the second touch, prompting him to release a sigh of relief.
tanaka took a step back, getting ready to approach for a spike.
kageyama set the ball to him and tanaka jumped into the air.
you tracked his movements, jumping in the air with arms up to block him. your setter, manami, followed your movements.
tanaka hit the ball perfectly, aiming for the line of your side of the court. but you read him easily, and moved your arm a bit to the side, blocking him.
the ball rolled and dropped right in front of the net as daichi dived for it, but in vain.
you pumped your fists in the air in victory while the rest of the team huddled around you in cheers.
tanaka was in absolute shock, as he stared at his palms, "she just-what-i-"
"it's okay, man," noya slapped his back, "we'll get the next one,"
"no, but-" tanaka looked up to the side where the girls team were still cheering.
michimiya smothered you in a hug, squealing in delight while manami, your team's setter, smacked your ass playfully.
tanaka darted his eyes away quickly, trying not to fixate on the way your ass jiggled.
the whistle was blown again and you served with so much power that it landed on the end line of the court. even daichi was stunned.
this went on and you served for straight 7 points till the score was at an even 14-14.
manami set a high-ball, calling your name.
you took a step forward, arms swinging at your sides as you leaped into the air and spiked it hard.
the ball landed in tsukishima's positioned arms, but it ricochetted away.
coach ukai called a timeout and was yelling at the boys to get it together. tanaka found himself ogling at you, tracking your movements, unblinking.
the way you adjusted your shorts and tugged at the edge of your jersey. the way your throat bobbed with each sip of water. the way a bead of sweat rolled down the column of your neck, down the rounds of your - oh.
tanaka squeezed the water bottle in his clutch, gulping nervously.
"you're staring at her, tanaka," asahi pointed out, "that's not very nice. you look like you want to take her down,"
"ah, so i can worship her on my knees," tanaka shot back, a hazy smile spreading his face.
asahi turned red, giving his teammate a bizarre look, "huh?!"
"did you see how she read me and blocked my spike before? and did you see that counterattack? do you realize how incredibly hot that is to me?!"
"not really," asahi admitted.
"very, i agree," noya nodded.
"she's probably out of your league," tsukishima put it bluntly, pissed that he couldn't receive any of your serves.
"exactly!" tanaka exclaimed, clutching his heart dramatically, "what a woman," he sighed dreamily with heart eyes.
"get a hold of yourself!" suguwara slapped the back of his neck.
the match ended with a score of 24-26, and the boys won the match.
your coach was conversing with takeda and ukai, planning on conducting more such practice matches.
tanaka marched over to the other side of the court where you and your team were warming down after the match.
aihara, the vice-captain, nudged your elbow with hers and jutted her chin in tanaka's direction when he came to a stop in front of you.
you sat on the floor with your legs bent and your knees raised high in front of you. your arms were behind you, supporting your body as you leaned back. you blinked at tanaka in confusion, wondering why he would be approaching you.
the way your calf and thigh muscles flexed while you looked up at him added a touch of sensuality to the scene.
well, at least in tanaka's head.
tanaka couldn't comprehend the sight of you looking so effortlessly breathtaking.
"marry me!" he hollered at you.
the entire girls' volleyball team turned towards him, pinning him in his place with their gaze. some of the girls gasped while the others suppressed their giggles.
his fists were clenched at his sides and his face flushed red. he had been loud enough for the entire gym to hear.
you mouthed helplessly like a goldfish in water, eyes wide.
the entire gymnasium heard his loud command, the air thrumming with tension.
"no," you deadpanned at him.
"why!" tanaka fell to the floor in front of you with a cry, falling to his knees melodramatically.
daichi and suguwara mumbled their apologies for his behaviour and dragged a weeping tanaka back with them.
NISHINOYA
your position : outside hitter
as the boy's and girl's volleyball clubs lined up for a practice match, nishinoya couldn't help but steal glances at you— the girls' team's outside hitter.
he had been secretly crushing on you for a while now, admiring both on the court and in the classroom, staring at you shamelessly.
he even told tanaka all about you.
"you mean she's the one, bro?" tanaka glanced at noya over his shoulder, jutting his chin in your direction.
both teams were doing their warm-up drills before the practice match and everyone was practicing their attacks. you were with michimiya, as the setter explained something to you in a hushed voice.
noya saw you, making a funny face at something michimiya had said, and tipped your head to the side adorably.
you tapped the volleyball on the rubber floor couple of times, spinning it on your palm gracefully. your hair tipped back when you rotated your head, eyes closed and brows furrowed in focus.
noya grinned dreamily at you, shoulders sagging and mouth spreading wide, "yeah, her. the one,"
tanaka watched his mate drool over you, smacking his shoulder with a snicker.
noya snapped out of his daze, "every time she spikes, i always end up on the receiving end of it. as if, i was made to take what she gives me,"
"a bit weird, if you ask me," tsukishima commented.
"shut it, tsukishima!" noya snapped at his junior.
"you know, it's like a secret dance between us. she spikes the ball, i take it," he sighed pensively.
the match began, and noya found himself facing you on the other side of the net.
every time you sent over a powerful hit, he matched it with a perfect receive, sending the ball to his teammates.
you were impressed with his receiving skills but also annoyed that he received your attacks as if they were weak.
"manami, set it to me!" you called your team setter.
manami tossed the ball as you requested, setting the ball near the net.
you approached with precision, arms swinging back.
tanaka and kageyama were on the other side of the net, arms raised to block your shot.
the two boys stiffened when they realized you hadn't jumped yet and cursed in their heads.
"a time lag attack!"
even coach ukai was surprised. your coach wore a proud grin, mocking the boys' team coach with a taunting look. takeda watched you in wonder.
as tanaka and kageyama went down, you jumped, hitting the ball with everything you had, sending it soaring to the other side of the court.
unfortunately, none of the boys were prepared for your time-lag attack.
the ball hit hinata square in the face, ricocheting away to the other end of the gymnasium.
the entire girls' team gasped together. the boys watched their teammate fall flat on his back, grunting in pain and held his nose.
everyone crowded around the boy and you kneeled next to him, mumbling apologies, "shit, shit! i'm so so sorry. are you alright?"
"did you have your head up your ass?!" kageyama snapped at his teammate.
daichi and asahi helped him sit up; hinata watched everyone stare at him wearily, "y/n-san, i'm fine. you shouldn't worry too much. it would make noya-san very sad. he wouldn't want you sad,"
"huh?" you blinked unawarely.
michimiya and daichi exchanged a knowing glance; both of them knew their team members very well.
"shoyooo!" noya slung an arm around his neck, chuckling nervously, hoping you didn't listen to what the first year had let slip, "no, you see, the ball hit him too hard and he's— uh, all jumbled in the head. so we must take him to the infirmary!"
the crowd dispersed and hinata was taken to the infirmary, yamaguchi accompanied him.
ennoshita was subbed in for hinata and the match ended in the boys' team's favor.
even as you packed your stuff and got ready to leave you felt guilty about being the reason for hinata's injury.
you got so riled up by noya's receives that you went as far as to hit that hard and hurt someone.
hinata returned from the infirmary, striding back into the gym. his nose was bandaged up and streaks of purple bruises peaked from under it.
"the nurse told me all all the blood is internal. its where the blood is supposed to be, so i'm good to go!" hinata stated proudly.
kageyama palm-faced, dragging his hand down in frustration.
tsukishima and suguwara snickered, while asahi scolded them saying it wasn't so nice of them.
adjusting your bag over your shoulder, you approached the redhead, "hey, um, hinata. is it?"
the boy turned to you, eyes widening, darting to noya at the far end behind you before looking back at you, "yeah,"
"i just wanted to apologize," you stated, wincing sheepishly.
"what—no!" hinata smiled, but then grimaced when his nose ached from the action, "it doesn't even hurt.
you gave him a doubtful look, "are you sure?"
"yeah,"
you weren't convinced, but you had to get home and you bid your goodbye, spinning on your heel.
you double-stepped back, having nearly running into noya who was behind you.
"oop—hi," you chuckled awkwardly, "didn't see you,"
"er, yeah," noya rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, "i wanted to tell you you were amazing on court,"
you froze for a second. no one had really appreciated you or praised you for your game, you were pushing yourself forward convincing you didn't need any. but his words were like a salve to your yearning soul, "thank you. i could say the same thing about you. those receives of yours were pretty impressive,"
noya's cheeks turned even redder at your praise, his heart hammering in his chest, "well, i was a bit distracted there, with you looking so good when you play," he joked, trying to cover up his flustered state with a cheeky grin.
you chuckled, feeling a little coy, "is that why you keep staring at me instead of the ball, noya?"
noya's heart was racing as he tried to come up with a response to your compliment. he opened his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a jumble of stammered words and incoherent sounds.
the usual confidence he felt on the court had disappeared. he couldn't seem to form a coherent thought, let alone respond to your words.
"i—what—uh, you know my name?" he asked, flabbergasted.
"of course, i do," you looked at him with a weird look, head tilting back and a strand of hair fell from your head. noya itched to tuck it behind your ear.
"i'll see you around, noya," you waved your goodbye and walked out of the gymnasium.
as soon as you were out of view, noya snapped out of his day-dreaming and processed what had happened. he flirted with you. and you flirted back. AND YOU KNEW HIS NAME!
noya ran over to where tanaka was doing his stretches on the floor with suguwara, arms flapping above his head in excitement, "dude, DUDE! she knows my name!"
SUGAWARA
your position: middle blocker
sugwara was practicing his setting, tossing the ball up into the air and waiting for it to drop into his hands. while he was at it, his eyes caught a glimpse of you on the other end of the volleyball court where the girls were practicing for their match up against the boys.
you were struggling with a roll of tape, trying to wrap your fingers with it, but your hands seemed to be trembling. you grimaced in frustration, "damn it!"
sugawara set the ball down and quickly walked over to you, his voice gentle and soft, "do you need some help?" he asked, taking the tape from your shaking hands.
you looked up at him, nodding almost immediately, feeling a little embarrassed by your difficulty with the task, "yeah," you muttered, "i just can't seem to get the tape on straight. need to wrap 'em on my fingers,"
sugawara smiled kindly and gestured for you to hold out your hand, "here, let me do it," he said, his tone reassuring.
you held out your hand and sugawara took it gently in his. his other hand brushed over yours, spreading open your trembling fist. red and purple bruises were litterd on the sides of your fingers.
you spared a glance at him, assuming he'd be bombarding you with questions about all your injuries. but to your surprise, he remained silent.
his fingers were cool and firm against your skin, oddly comforting. he carefully began to wrap the tape around your fingers, careful not to wrap it too tight or too lose, his movements precise and practised.
every now and then, his thumb would brush against your knuckles, sending a small shiver up your spine.
as he worked, sugawara couldn't help but notice the way your eyelashes fluttered each time his fingers touched your skin, or especially when it grazed the inside of your wrist.
he tried to keep his focus on your hands, but his eyes kept wandering to your face, watching as you tried to suppress your reactions to his touch. the way your shoulders were taut. the way your throat bobbed when you swallowed nervously. the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. the way your teeth dug into your lower lip, and how badly he wanted to relieve it with his thumb— nope, don't go there.
sugawara blinked at the floor with wide eyes, surprised by his own thoughts and shook his head lightly.
as he continued, he realized that he was becoming increasingly distracted. he tried to focus on the task at hand, but his mind kept wandering, and taking in every detail of you.
the way your jersey and shorts clung to your body like second skin. the way your hair was tied back and draped over your shoulder with a few strands sticked out at the side of your face. the way you rolled your shoulder back, every rippling motion of your body.
he found himself blushing involuntarily, and he silently cursed his lack of control.
sugawara tried to distract himself from his growing distraction by making casual conversation, "you're on the girls' team, right?" he asked, keeping his tone as neutral as possible.
"yeah, no shit," you smiled sarcastically, raising your brows in amusement.
he continued wrapping your fingers, trying to keep his hands steady, "so, how long have you been playing volleyball?" he asked, hoping to get you talking and distract himself from the growing tension between you.
"since middle school,"
"ah," sugawara nodded, his eyes flickering to your face for a brief moment before returning to your fingers, "so you're a seasoned player, huh? no wonder you're giving us a run for our money,"
"you've seen me play?"
"couple of times," he replied, turning your hand over to check if he covered the injuries on your hand, "michimiya says your blocks are impossible to get through. I've seen them a couple of times myself,"
"hope you weren't stalking me," you joked, smiling lightly.
Sugawara chuckled, "i wouldn't mind stalking a pretty girl like you,"
but as soon as you look up at him in surprise, he blushed and quickly looked away.
"i—i mean your playing style. not stalking, observing, yes. that's the word. observing," he tips of his ear were beginning to turn red.
"i see," you held back a smile, itching to poke fun at him.
as sugawara finished wrapping the your middle finger, he held your hand for a moment longer, his fingers gently tracing the lines on your palm. he looked up at you, his eyes meeting yours, "there," he said softly, "all done,"
sugawara found himself completely flustered by your stare, his mind going blank. He could barely form a coherent thought as he looked into your eyes, drowning in them. those eyes, those eyes… they seemed to be reaching into his very soul, and he was powerless to resist.
his eyes flickered over your face. he was trying to keep himself composed, but he could feel his heart racing in his chest, and he was sure you could hear it too.
you both look down at your hands, you noticed that his pale skin was a stark contrast against your own, your taped fingers are intertwined with his. slotting together like puzzle pieces. a perfect fit.
you moved your thumb over his knuckle, transfixed. the tenderness in your touch made him feel vulnerable and weak in the knees. he could feel the heat rise in his cheeks as he attempted to steady himself.
the sensation of your fingers intertwined with his was both soothing and electrifying. He unconsciously squeezed your hand tighter, finding solace in the touch.
suddenly, a volleyball suddenly dropped right front of you two; you both startled apart. the interruption broke the moment, and you both quickly withdrew your hands.
yamaguchi clumsily retrived the ball, muttering a quick apology and head back to pepper with tsukishima.
he swallowed hard, his eyes never leaving yours. "uh, sorry," he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to hold your hand for so long. it's just— your fingers felt really nice, and i—" he trailed off, unable to find the words to explain his own actions.
you could see the embarrassed blush on sugawara's face, his ears turning even redder as he fumbled over his words. his eyes kept flickering between your face and your hands, as if he was still struggling with the lingering sensation of your touch.
"It's fine," you managed to say. you couldn't hide the fact that you were flustered, "i didn't mind. also, thanks koshi," you held up your taped fingers.
he felt a surge of surprise and warmth at your use of his first name. it was rare for anyone outside of his close friends and teammates to use it, and hearing you say it made his heart skip a beat. his cheeks turned even redder.
sugawara felt a sense of relief that you weren't upset or uncomfortable with his actions. in fact, the subtle blush on your face seemed to indicate that you were indeed flustered. this observation only fueled his own desire, causing a newfound confidence to wash over him.
he noticed an edge of tape sticking up and smoothed it down on your finger, letting his touch linger.
"careful with those fingers of yours," he teased, "can't have the team lacking a middle blocker, can we?" he lifted your hand and playfully kisses the tip of your middle finger, his thumb grazing your knuckles. when he looked up at you, his eyes were filled with a tenderness that sent a flutter through your heart, "a little kiss for luck never hurt anyone."
"do you talk like this to every girl you meet?" you questioned with a quirk of your eyebrows.
"only to the one girl i'm trying to impress," he didn't miss a beat, winking at you, "and I can tell it's working," he teased, nodding at your flushed cheeks.
narrowing your eyes playfully, you snatched your hand back to your chest and got to your feet, "i'll see on the court, koushi," you let out a breath, giving him a sly grin.
sugawara smiled, his heart fluttering at the sound of his name on your lips, "yeah," he said, his voice a little huskier than usual, "see you on the court, y/n."
as you walked away, sugawara too got to his feet and headed back to where his team was doing their warm ups. he couldn't help but smile giddily as he looked at his own fingers, knowing that he had touched yours and felt your skin against his.
daichi, who had been watching the interaction between you and Sugawara from across the court, approached with a smirk on his face, "I see you got yourself 'wrapped up' in a little situation, didn't you, sugawara?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.
asahi was following behind daichi, blushing slightly and tried to hide a smile, "looks like someone has a crush," he teased, giving sugawara a nudge in the ribs with his elbow.
sugawara scowled at his friends, "quiet, you two," he muttered, his eyes flickering over to you.
you were flexing your fingers, making sure you could move them about and grinned to yourself. suguwara felt a stupid smile grow on his face, but it was quickly wiped when daichi and asahi descended upon him with their teasing, nudging him playfully.
sugawara's cheeks reddened as the two kept making playful comments about his obvious crush on you. he tried to act nonchalantly, but his flushed face betrayed his true emotions.
DAICHI
your position: setter
daichi sat across from you, trying to explain the complexities of modern japanese literature.
however, you were having a hard time focusing on the material. your mind was elsewhere, and you were desperately looking for a way to escape this tiresome tutoring session.
michimiya had reached out to you about a practice match today and needed you as the team's setter.
you kept bouncing your leg, blindly nodding along to whatever daichi was saying, trying to grasp onto it. you spared a glance at the message michimiya had sent you, thinking of a way of out this tutoring session.
finally, an idea popped into your head, "daichi," you began, making your voice sound solemn, "i can't stay for today's lesson. i just got a message. my grandmother's funeral is tomorrow, and i have to help with the preparations,"
daichi's expression softened as he heard your explanation, "oh, I see," he said gently, his voice laced with a hint of pity, "i'm sorry to hear about your grandmother. go and take care of your family. we can continue the lesson another time," he closed the book open in front of him.
you nodded, expressing your gratitude for his understanding, "thank you, daichi," you said quietly, "i really appreciate it. i promise i'll reach out to you when I'm ready to continue,"
he gave you a small nod and a faint smile before turning to leave, "take care of yourself," he said, his voice low, "and don't hesitate to reach out if you need anything,"
with that, he left the room, leaving you alone with your thoughts. you couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for lying to him, but you also felt relieved that you had gotten away from the painful tutoring session.
later that evening, you had met up with the girls team and you were all stretching, preparing for the practice match.
michimiya arrived with the news that you were going to play with the boy's volleyball club team.
the girls were buzzing with nervous excitement as they prepared for the upcoming match. everyone knew the boys' team was strong, especially with their renowned setter, who was a first year. while some were intimidated, others were excited about the challenge.
as you warmed up with your teammates, you couldn't shake off a nagging feeling of worry. you wondered who the boys' setter was and how skilled they would be.
aihira, the vice-captain, patted your back, assuring you when she noticed your frown of doubt, "you can handle those first years, all you have to do is get under their skin, i've seen him play,"
the door of the gymnasium banged open, and the boys' team entered with a ruckus.
"that's the first years," aihra nodded to a short ginger, who was locked in a stare with a raven-haired boy who was taller than him, "their quick attacks are something else,"
"that's the second years," she gestured to boy with a buzz cut and the other who was almost in the same height as that first year ginger.
"you know suga, and asahi. oh, and that's—"
"—daichi," you completed when you spotted him. your heart skipped a beat and you couldn't help but freeze in surprise.
he had stepped in to separate hinata and kageyama arguing, chiding them for their behaviour.
as if sensing your presence, daichi looked up and his eyes locked with yours, widening in surprise.
you could feel your heart racing in your chest as his eyes met yours. a mixture of emotions flooded you — surprise, nervousness, and a hint of fear.
you cursed internally, knowing that your plan to avoid him had just been foiled.
"michimiya, hide me, please," you covered your face with your hands.
the captain blinked at you in confusion.
footsteps grew closer to you and within a few strides, daichi was in front of you, "y/n, didn't think you'd have time to join the volleyball club. thought you had to attend your grandmother's funeral,"
you winced a little and smiled sheepishly, "yeah, she's been dead for about five years now. i bet she's having a good laugh about it up above right now," you glared up at the sky.
daichi gave you an unimpressed look, "michimiya told me that you guys had a new setter. but i didn't know it was you,"
"new secret setter," you shot your teammate a glare.
she simply raised her hands in defense, "i didn’t know you guys knew each other," she said, bewildered, "and I didn’t know you were failing modern japanese literature, y/n," she chided.
"yeah, i'm her tutor, she's struggling with that particular subject. and she gave me the excuse of a funeral to attend to run away from me,"
"see, i'm struggling. not failing," you stated as a matter of fact.
"you better not," michimiya said, resting her hands on her hips, "or takeda will have u out of the team,"
daichi suppressed a smirk at your interjection, clearly amused by the exchange between you and michimiya, "she's right. you better not fail. i wouldn't want to be the reason you're kicked off the team,"
"you mad at me for lying to you?" you questioned, grimacing a bit.
daichi shrugged slightly, a small sigh escaping his lips, "i'm not mad," he said, his voice soft., "just a bit disappointed. i'm not too happy being lied to, but i understand you had your reasons,"
you look over your shoulder when you hear michimiya call you over to the court where the rest of the girls' team was warming up.
daichi watched as you made your way to warm up with the other girls, a slight smirk playing on his lips, "i look forward to seeing you play in the game," he called out, a hint of challenge in his tone, "i'm not going to go easy on you just because we know each other, you know,"
you glanced back at him, a mixture of determination and annoyance in your eyes, "i wouldn't worry about me if i were you," you retorted, a determined look on your face.
daichi chuckled at your threat, amused by your competitive spirit.
The match between the two teams commenced, with michimiya beginning with a serve.
the ball curved high into the air, sailing over the net with a satisfying hum. it descended on the boys side, and daichi quickly moved into position, ready to return the serve.
with precision and control, he executed a perfect pass to kageyama, who set the ball for an attack.
tanaka, positioned at the net, lunged forward and executed a powerful spike with a dramatic yell. the ball hurtling towards your side with impressive force.
anika leapt up to receive the ball, her arms stretched out in a desperate bid. she managed to get it high in the air.
you saw your chance and called for a set. aihara took a step back, swinging her arms, and jumped high to attack.
but you tossed the ball right over the net, to execute a drop.
"a setter dump!" someone shouted from the sidelines.
the unexpected move caught both daichi and noya off guard. they dove for the ball, but it landed right between them.
"damn it!" daichi exclaimed, his face flushed with frustration.
"a setter dump at the beginning of the game?" noya grumbled.
as the ball landed and the cheer erupted, your eyes met daichi's through the net. there was no mistaking the flicker of surprise and admiration in his gaze.
daichi gave you a sarcastic grin, a silent message, "nice move,"
you could see his composure waver momentarily, his initial arrogance giving way to a newfound respect for your skills.
a sly grin tugged at the corners of your mouth, satisfaction coursing through you. you knew you had surprised him, and it felt good.
returning his gaze, your eyes sparkled with confidence, silently gloating at the fact that you had managed to catch him off guard.
the match was a thrilling back-and-forth affair, with the score finely balanced. it was now 21-23, the boys team holding a slight edge.
asahi stepped up to serve, his powerful arm coiling back for a jump serve.
michimiya reacted quickly, diving to retrieve the powerful serve. however, the ball slipped past her, rolling sideways toward the backline.
you chased after the ball, leaping high to set it over your back. it was a risky maneuver, but you managed to elevate the ball just enough for your teammates to react.
hinata and yamaguchi watched set the ball in awe, jaws agape. even sugawara was staring at you in bafflement.
kageyama and tsukishima rose up to block, their arms outstretched, ready to intercept the attack. Aihara with a quick flick of her wrist, tipped the ball over their block, sending it back towards the opposing side.
noya dove to receive the ball, but it slipped past his outstretched hands.
asahi, realizing the opportunity, pulled off an emergency set, directing the ball toward their captain.
daichi, with a powerful leap and swing, spiked the ball back towards your side.
you reacted swiftly, blocking the spike with your outstretched arms.
however, the ball rolled off your hand and fell on the boys side of the court. getting on one knee, kageyama managed to set it in first touch, tossing the ball high.
tsukishima, seizing the opportunity, spiked the ball with all his might.
watabi, the girls' libero, dove to receive the ball, but it landed just outside the sideline.
the boys' team had won the point, bringing the score to 24-21 in their favor. the match was reaching its climax, and the tension on the court was palpable.
"it's okay, we'll get the next one!" michimiya cheered, her voice filled with optimism.
you exchanged nods and smiles, each player recognizing the effort and determination put into the match.
daichi stepped up to serve. as he tapped the ball on the floor a couple of times, he looked up, catching your eyes. you shot him a playful wink, causing him to stutter momentarily.
daichi served the ball and it sailed over the net.
"i got it!" you called for it, stepping back and took the pass that would've been your libero's receive.
sugawara was watching with hinata and yamaguchi, "why would she go so far as to take a ball that would land in the back court?"
michimiya approached the net as if to attack, but instead, she did an overhead pass to you,
tanaka and tsukishima, expecting her to attack, were caught off guard.
the ball soared in your direction and you spiked the ball with a grunt.
the ball landed on the sideline, passing past daichi, surprising everyone.
hinata, ever enthusiastic, couldn't contain his excitement, "she's so cool! way cooler than kageyama!" he exclaimed, his eyes wide with admiration.
kageyama shot him a glare, causing hinata to wince and look away. but even he couldn't deny, you were pretty impressive.
you pumped your fist in the air, celebrating your successful play. your teammates gathered around you, complimenting you on the impressive move.
daichi watched you intently, noticing your manic focus and competitive spirit. this level of intensity was something he had never seen before.
eventually, the match ended in favor of the boys' team, but the memory of your exceptional play would linger in their minds for a long time.
warming down after the match, you were gathering your things when you heard footsteps approaching.
turning, you saw daichi making his way towards you, "you were amazing on the court,"
you slung the duffle bag over your shoulder, a grin spreading across your face, "thanks," you replied, feeling a flush of pride welling up inside you.
"and that little wink you sent me during my serve earlier," he said, giving you a pointed look.
you couldn't suppress the grin that spread across your face as you replied, "ah, so you did see it,"
"of course, i did," daichi said, "you're not exactly subtle, you know,"
"but careful with that attitude sweetheart, or i'll have to teach you how to behave yourself," he reached up and tucked a strand of hair heind your ear, dragging his finger down the curve of your face.
you felt a shiver run down your spine at his words, a mixture of excitement and nervousness swelling in your chest, "is that a threat, daichi?" you asked, unable to keep the cheeky tone from your voice.
he chuckled softly, a mischievous gleam in his eye, "it's a promise. but I have a feeling you might enjoy it,"
with that, daichi walked away after sending you a sly look. you could feel your cheeks flushing with a mixture of embarrassment and excitement.
meanwhile, noya and tanaka were watching the interaction, their eyes wide with disbelief and amusement.
"did you just see that?" noya gasped, turning to tanaka, "our captain was totally flirting with her!"
"and not just flirting," tanaka chimed in, a sneaky grin spreading across his face, "he was laying it on thick, man. i think he's got some serious skills,"
"yeah, he definitely does. but I still can't believe he had the guts to do it right in front of us. our captain's got game, man,"
daichi spun around as he heard the sound of noya and tanaka's voices, his eyes narrowing as he shot them a warning glare, "shut it, both of you!"
summary - akaashi is late from work and forgets about the date night, for which he returns home and grovels for your forgiveness.
pairing: timeskip!akaashi keiji x fem!reader
warnings - fluff, lots of kissing, making out
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keiji's expression darkened as he glanced at the time, realizing he had stayed late at work again.
he mentally cursed himself, knowing full well that he had promised to make it up to you for his recent neglect with a date night. which was supposedly an hour ago.
rushing home, he pushed open the door to your home. with a heavy sigh, he braced himself for the possibility of an icy reception.
keiji's heart skipped a beat as he saw you lounging on the couch in 'the black dress that he loved so much', the shimmering fabric hugging your curves in all the right places. his gaze was drawn to you, his eyes widening as he took in your appearance.
he couldn't help but stare for a moment, seeing you in that dress leaving him momentarily speechless. but after a moment, he shook himself out of his daze and stepped further into the room.
"you're late. again, akaashi," you frowned disapprovingly, folding your arms in front of you.
keiji felt a pang of unease as you addressed him so distantly, calling him by his last name instead of the usual affectionate terms like 'baby' or 'darling' or even 'keiji'.
he paused for a moment, his heart sinking at the realization of how much he had messed up. he knew that you were upset with him, and rightfully so. he took a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that was about to come.
he slowly approached you, his expression a mix of remorse and apprehension, "i know you're upset," he began, his voice soft and sincere, "and i know i deserve it. i'm sorry i stayed late at work again. i know i promised i'd make it up to you, but I broke that promise,"
"exactly," you uttered, voice lacking any emotion.
keiji winced at your brief response. he rubbed the back of his neck nervously, his gaze flickering to the floor, "i really am sorry," he reiterated, his voice filled with genuine remorse, "i never meant to break my promise. work just got so busy, and time slipped away from me. but that's no excuse. i know,"
you sighed in frustration, walking away from him. he followed after you like a lost puppy, adjusting the rim of his glasses.
you entered the bedroom and headed towards the dressing table, undoing your hair from how you had styled it for the night. your face was twisted in a pout, lips frowning.
keiji remained behind you, shoulders sagged but eyes drinking in the sight of you as he watched you through the mirror.
suddenly, keiji's arms were around you, causing you to tense up, before you relaxed into his embrace. he leaned his head against your shoulder, burying his face into the crook of your neck, his glasses nudging your shoulder.
he brushed your hair to one side, " i really screwed up, didn't i ? i really am sorry, my love," he whispered, his words muffled against your skin, "i didn't mean to keep you waiting," keiji slowly pressed his lips against your shoulder, gently peppering it with soft kisses, "i feel like such an idiot," he muttered between kisses, "i've been looking forward to our date all week and then i go and mess it up by being late,"
"well, this isn't the first time, keiji," you pointed out as you removed your earrings and placed them aside.
he let out a breath, "i know," he admitted, "i've been so caught up with everything. it's just-" he paused, unsure of how to continue without sounding like he was making excuses.
"you realize how mad i am right now—" you turned to face him.
but keiji silenced your words with a kiss, effectively cutting off your rant.
he gently placed his hand on the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer to him as he deepened the kiss. his other hand found your hip, his touch firm but not forceful.
you momentarily relaxed against him, before stiffening and pulling back from his lips with a squelch, "no, let me speak—"
"mmhm," keiji moved down the curve of your neck, mouthing wet and languid at the base. his tongue prodded out and he licked a stripe up to the bottom on your ear, teeth grazing your soft spot.
you shivered, goosebumps rising all over your skin. you tried to push him back. but he caught your hands, moving them behind your back, and pressed his mouth on yours.
you gasped for breath, struggling to speak, "i—i'm so mad. so fuck—ing disappointed, mmph!"
despite your attempts to speak, keiji seemed determined to shush you with more kisses.
"f—fuck, keiji. you—"
he continued to kiss you with an escalating intensity, his lips moving over your mouth with a mixture of desperation and need.
he chuckled softly at your attempt to speak, the sound of his laugh sending a shiver down your spine, "you're so feisty when you're mad," he teased, his voice low and huskier than usual, "it's kinda hot. no, scratch that. very hot,"
keiji's hands continued to wander over your body, tracing along your curves with a burning touch. he seemed to relish in the way you were becoming more and more needy, his actions growing even bolder as he continued to kiss and lightly bite at your lips.
you moaned, when he slipped his tongue into your mouth, effectively silencing your mumbling protests.
between the kisses, he spoke, his voice filled with a mixture of lust and regret, "i'm sorry," kiss, "I'm so goddamn sorry," a kiss to your jaw, lips dragging up your cheek, "i shouldn't have kept you waiting," he breathed hotly against your ear, causing you to pant heavily, "i shouldn't have let work get in the way of us," his mouth hovered back over yours, puffy and kiss-bitten.
you gazed up at him, eyes drooping as you mouthed silently, trying to compose a sentence.
keiji noticed the subtle way your eyelids fluttered, the sight only adding fuel to the fire burning within him. he couldn't resist the urge to tease you further, his voice dropping to a low whisper near your ear, "you can be mad at me all you want, love, but your body is betraying you right now,"
your makeup was ruined and your lipgloss smeared all around your mouth.
you glared up at him feigning anger, "shut up,"
keiji chuckled lowly at your command, his lips shining with your gloss. his glasses were pushed askew, the lenses misting up from the heat of the moment. they clung awkwardly to his face, its alignment crooked by the ferocity of the kiss, barely clinging to your face.
he nipped at your earlobe, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke, "but i love seeing you all worked up and hot and bothered like this,"
"then don't stop," you craned your neck, eyes closing and body submitting into his control, "keep talking,"
he continued to apologize, each word punctuated by a kiss or a brush of his lips against your skin, "i swear, i'll make it up to you," he murmured between apologies, "you'll forgive me, won't you? i don't want you to be mad at me for too long. i'll miss you,"
keiji's apologies and coaxing continued, his kisses growing more persuasive as he attempted to win back your forgiveness. his hands roamed your body, his touch firm and insistent, as he tried to soothe your anger, "please, don't stay mad at me," he whispered, his lips trailing down your neck, "i'm so, so sorry," he managed to say, his voice strained, "i won't let work get in the way again. please, love, just don't be mad at me anymore,"
you pulled back, both of you panting slightly from the intensity of the moment. keiji opened his eyes to look at you.
his gaze roaming over your face, taking in your flushed cheeks and slightly tousled hair. he reached out to gently tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the touch tender.
"you mean it?" you gave him a skeptical look.
keiji's response came in the form of a feverent kiss, his lips crashing against yours with a fervor that bordered bruising. he bit your lower lip, tongue swiping and letting it go with a pop.
"every word," he murmured gently, voice filled with undeniable sincerity, "i don't want work to come between us again,"
as keiji spoke, you could feel the truth of his words. you had seen him staying up a few nights ago, complaining about the paperwork he had to finish. that night, he hadn't come to bed and dozed off on his desk.
he ran his fingers through your hair, waiting with bated breath for your reply.
"alright," you nodded, watching him let out the breath he was holding, "but, now i gotta change outta these," you groaned, hands running down the sides of your dress.
keiji's eyes roamed over your form, taking in the way the dress slid over your curves, "can't you keep it on?"
you raised your brows to your hairline, giving him a look, "you want me to keep it on? " the edge of your lip threatened to tug into a suggestive smile.
"you look absolutely ravishing in it," his voice tinged with hunger as he let his eyes roam you, "so, yes. i want it on you,"
he reached out a hand to grasp your hips, pulling you closer to him. he made you stand in front of him and turned you around in such a way that both of you were facing the mirror.
"you look so alluring," his fingers curled, squeezing you, "it's like you were made for this dress, and seeing you in it-" he broke off, groaning, eyes squeezing shut for a second, "s'driving me fucking wild,"
he pulled you back along with him to sit on the edge of the bed behind, settling you on his lap. his hands moved to the hem of the dress, just above your knee as if he were itching to peel it off. his touch urgent yet gentle.
"please, keep the dress on," he begged desperately, "let me undress you," his teeth caught the strap of your dress, nudging it off to bare your shoulder to him.
"and worship you the way you deserve," he mumbled against your skin, his lips tenderly pressing a kiss to the back of your neck.
he nosed his way up towards your ear, his gaze meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror in front of you both.
a low squeak reached your ears when his fingers tugged at the zipper of your dress, dragging down slowly.
"let me have you," the back of his fingers caressed down your spine, "i'll make it worth your while," he nuzzled into the back of your neck, "and i promise, i'll be such a good boy for you,"
I been reading your ken sato stuff and love them🤭. Could you do one were it’s like curvy reader but they just have that milf aura to them but that’s just how they are. Like basically Ken kinda met his match idk how to say it😞. But ya keep up the beautiful work pooks ☺️
thank youu anon 💖💖 i hope i delivered what you asked for...
Tender Dominance
pairing: kenji sato x curvy!fem!reader
warning: none, fluff, soft moments, partial nudity(?), mentions of smut towards the end
summary: kenji with a curvy!fem!reader who has milf energy
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⇏ kenji couldn't help but feel a surge of desire every time you entered a room. your mere presence seemed to ooze a magnetic energy that drew him in.
⇏ as you stood there, talking to a friend or adjusting your clothes, his eyes would follow your every move, tracking the subtle curves of your body. he'd find himself staring at the way your hair framed your face, or the way your lips curled into a smile as you laughed.
⇏ kenji was captivated by the way you moved and carried yourself. there was something about the way you commanded attention, the way you held yourself with such poise and grace, that he found utterly intoxicating.
kenji clung to you like a lifeline, his arms wrapped tightly around you. even the threat of being late couldn't break his hold. he needed this closeness, the warmth of your body, the scent of your skin, the rhythm of your heartbeat.
it was a primal need, an inborn craving.
your presence was a balm for his racing mind, soothing the anxieties that plagued him. with you, the world seemed quieter, simpler.
the constant chatter in his head faded, replaced by a sense of peace and comfort.
you cradled his face in your hands, gently tracing the contours of his cheeks and jaws. his eyes fluttered shut, a look of pure bliss washing over his features.
with a soft smile on your lips, you began to cover his face with a series of tender kisses. you started on his forehead, then moved down to his temples, followed by the tip of his nose. finally, you arrived at his lips, where you lingered for a moment, savoring the softness of his mouth against yours.
his fingers curled around your waist, gently gripping the soft flesh there. he relished the feeling of your velvety body against his muscular one, the subtle give of your stomach making him want to pull you even closer.
"kenji, aren't you late for a press meet?" you reminded him gently.
his eyes snapped open, and he cursed under his breath, "crap, you're right," he muttered, reluctantly pulling away from you.
he sat up with a huff, raking a hand through his hair in frustration, "i can't believe i lost track of time again,"
you rolled your eyes as he regretted his lack of timekeeping skills, "of course you can't," you echoed, pulling the bedsheet up to cover your bare chest.
as you watched him scramble to get ready, you couldn't help but feel a mix of amusement and affection for his scatterbrained nature.
kenji quickly rose from the bed, stretching his limbs as he searched for his clothes, "damn it," he muttered under his breath, "i should have set an alarm,"
he flung open the wardrobe doors, grabbed the closest items of clothing he could find, and began pulling them on like a man possessed. his hands fumbled with the buttons and zippers, fingers trembling with frustration as they tangled in the fabric.
you watched with a mix of amusement and concern as he frantically dressed, amused by his chaotic energy but concerned about his punctuality, "don't you think you should take a moment to calm down?" you offered teasingly, a smirk playing at the corners of your lips.
the bedsheet was draped around you, the sheer material hugging your curves in all the right places. the way it clung to your body, the thin fabric leaving your bare flesh tantalizingly visible.
kenji's eyes roamed over your form, taking in every inch of your exposed flesh as the sheer fabric clung to your body. his gaze lingered on the way the material bunched at your stomach, drawing attention to its soft, rounded shape.
it curved up around your breasts, creating a delightful crevice that framed your cleavage, and then continued to hug your sternum, the taut material pressing against your skin. your hardened nipple was clearly visible through the translucent material, leaving little to the imagination.
his hands itched to reach out and touch you, to run his palms over your curves and feel the warmth of your skin under his fingertips. but he knew he couldn't, not when he was running late.
he immediately felt his cheeks flare up in a deep blush. he stammered, his words lodging in his throat as he found himself unable to look away.
"eyes up here, big boy," you chuckled at his flustered state, enjoying the effect you were having on him.
kenji's heart thumped in his chest as he heard your words, his desire for you growing stronger with every passing moment. he fidgeted restlessly, his hands clenching at his sides as he fought the overwhelming urge to reach out and touch you.
he bit his bottom lip, his eyes still glued to your seductive form, "you're killin' me, mama," he groaned, his voice hoarse with longing.
you laughed, enjoying the effect you had on him, "and you're a sucker for it," you retorted, running a hand idly across your barely covered waist, the bedsheeet dipping between your legs and revealing a hint of your bare thigh.
kenji's eyes followed the path of your hand, his mouth going dry as he watched the way the sheer fabric moved with your touch, "you drive me insane," he rasped, his voice low and husky with need, "fuckk,"
"is that a good thing or a bad thing?" you teased, leaning back on the bed and deliberately arching your body to give him a better view.
kenji's breath caught in his throat as he took in the enticing sight before him. his eyes raked over your form, taking in every curve and contour, "both," he answered, his voice hoarse and strained, "good because it makes me i feel lots of things. bad because I can't act on it right now,"
you chuckled, relishing the power you held over him in that moment, "poor baby," you purred, feigning sympathy, "so desperate, but so helpless."
you rolled over, laying on your stomach, and gazed up at kenji, a coy smile playing on your lips.
the bedsheet fell open slightly, revealing an irresistible glimpse of your bare skin through the sheer fabric.
you beckoned him closer with one finger.
kenji's eyes widened at the sight, his heart racing at the way the bedsheet now hung loosely off your form, the sheer fabric revealing just enough to drive him mad with desire.
he swallowed hard, walking towards you, torn between his primal urges and his sense of duty, struggling to keep control.
you caught his hand gently, bringing it to your lips and showering each knuckle with a tender kiss. the gesture was so simple, yet it made his breath hitch.
he watched you, entranced by the softness of your lips against his skin.
you bit his knuckles playfully, gently nipping at them with your teeth as you gazed up at him.
kenji's breath hitched at the sensation, a mix of surprise and pleasure coursing through him.
he watched you, a smirk forming on his lips as he noticed the cheeky gleam in your eyes, "you're a naughty one," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. he flexed his fingers slightly, testing the way your teeth pressed softly against his skin.
he squatted down on the floor, positioning himself in front of the bed. his hand slipped from your grasp to the back of your head and pulled you towards him, clashing your lips to his in a deep kiss.
your mouths meld together, and your lips move in a passionate embrace.
a low moan escaped from your throat, the sound muffled by the intensity of the kiss. kenji's hands immediately slid down to your hips, groping possessively, trying to feel as much of you as possible, his touch both demanding and tender.
you pull away from the kiss with a soft gasp, meeting his gaze as you remind him, "you're late, honey,"
kenji whined in frustration, his eyes clouded with desire as he looked down at you, "i know, mama," he muttered, "but I can't help it when you're being so damn tempting,"
you roll your eyes at his response, knowing all too well the effect you had on him, "well, you better get untempted quick,"
⇏ those times, when the weight of public scrutiny and criticism felt too heavy to bear, he found himself drawn to you like a moth to a flame. he'd come home after a particularly tough day and seek you out, desperate for comfort and reassurance that he wasn't as bad as the media made him out to be.
kenji stumbled through the door, his expression a mix of sullenness and shame. he knew he had messed up, again, and the weight of media criticism was weighing heavily on his shoulders.
the media had jumped on the incident between kenji and his teammate, exaggerating the fight and painting him as a volatile and uncontrollable athlete.
to make matters worse, his subsequent outburst at a news conference had earned him the label "wild athlete gone loose."
kenji was met by your disapproving gaze in the living room, your arms crossed in front of you.
you fixed him with a steady glare, your finger pointing at him firmly, "i notice you've been keeping yourself busy," you said, turning off the television and giving him your undivided attention.
he hung his head, feeling ashamed of his behaviour, "i'm sorry, babe," he murmured, his voice sheepish.
he took your accusing hand into his own, gently covering the span of your fist with his. he brought it to his lips, pressing a kiss to your pointer finger.
"i snapped," he admitted, a hint of regret in his voice, "i know i shouldn't have, but i just couldn't hold it in any longer," his grip on your hand tightened in distress.
your expression softened a little as you watched him, your stern demeanor faltering in the face of his remorse. your fingers shifted to intertwine with his.
you knew kenji was impulsive, prone to letting his emotions get the best of him. but you also knew he was trying to change.
you sighed, "you can't keep doing this," you chided, your voice firm but gentle, "every time you lash out, it reflects badly on you and on your team," you continued, "the media is already having a field day with your behavior. you need to learn to control your temper,"
kenji nodded, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "i know," he muttered, squeezing your intertwined hands, "i just get so frustrated sometimes. the pressure, the expectations, it all builds up and i just can't take it anymore,"
he sat down on the couch, in front of you, his hands coming to rest automatically on your hips.
with you still standing in front of him, he pulled you closer, his face nuzzling into your stomach as he inhaled deeply.
the warmth of your body, your soft scent, and the familiar feel of your flesh under his touch immediately eased some of the tension in his body.
you threaded your fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp in soothing, circular motions. he closed his eyes, a contented sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into your touch.
the feel of your fingers on his scalp was like a tonic, seeping right through his blood and easing the stress pumping through him.
he buried his face deeper into your stomach, seeking comfort in your presence, "'m just so sick of everything," he groaned, looking up at you with his chin on your tummy, a pout on his adorable pink lips, "'m so tired, mama,"
you hugged his head closer to your body, kissing the top of his head, "i know, baby. it's okay. i got you,"
⇏ you could be doing something mundane as preparing dinner, the spatula in your hand, and kenji couldn't help but watch you intently.
⇏ the way you stood, your hip naturally resting on one side, had a certain allure to it. your confidence was captivating, and the casual grace of your movements was effortlessly attractive.
⇏ it wasn't just the action of cooking that caught his eye, but the way you carried yourself while doing it. every move you made was fluid and confident, radiating a subtle sensuality.
kenji was watching you in the kitchen, fascinated by how you skillfully wielded the spatula, your hand resting on your hip as you cooked.
suddenly, he found himself completely captivated by your look - something about the way you stood, hip cocked to one side, holding the spatula like a seasoned chef, drove him absolutely wild.
he couldn't help but approach you, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and nuzzling his face into your neck, whispering, "you don't know what you do to me when you look like that,"
you leaned back lightly against him, sinking into the warmth of his body.
he pressed his body against yours, his hands resting on your hips as he inhaled deeply, taking in your scent, "you look damn amazing like that," he murmured, his lips grazing against your skin, "like a hot mama, cooking for her man."
"but i'm just cooking," you defended with a chuckle, his words shooting shivers down your spine, "does it turn you on?"
"yeah," he chuckled in your ear as he ran his hands up and down your sides. "there's something about watching you cook. i especially love the way you stand, hip cocked, like you know exactly what you're doing," he moved one hand up to your hair, gently tugging on it, "it's like you're tempting me or something,"
his lips found their way to your neck, starting to press hot kisses along the sensitive skin as he continued, "it makes me want to forget about the food and just have you instead. right here against the counter,"
you sputtered, mouthing wordlessly as you tried to ignore the effect he had on you, "k-kenji..."
he chuckled against your neck, feeling your surprise, "you're speechless, huh?" he nipped at your skin playfully, "that's okay, mama. you don't need to speak. your body is doing all the talking for you,"
he ran his hands along your sides again, his touch growing more possessive, caressing the soft flesh of your tummy, "the way you stand, the way you move... it all screams 'take me, i'm yours',"
"mmhm, you can take me, but not now. i gotta cook. so now, you gotta behave," you responded by reaching your hand back to cradle the nape of his neck. you turned your face slightly to place a quick, sweet kiss on his cheek.
he let out a low hum of satisfaction as he felt your lips on his cheek, "now that's just not fair," he murmured, tightening his hold on you, "you can't do something hot like this and expect me to behave myself!"
⇏ kenji’s flirty ambiance was all about confidence and charisma. he’s not afraid to use his good looks and charm to get what he wants, and his smooth talk and easy-going attitude make him hard to resist.
⇏ but this demeanor faltered in your presence. becoming a tangled mess of nerves. his usual charm and wit are replaced by stutterings and stumbling over words, making him seem flustered and vulnerable around you. it’s as if his feelings for you overwhelm his usual charm and wit, leaving him speechless and off-balance.
kenji entered the kitchen, his eyes taking in every detail of your appearance as you sat on the counter, your legs swinging back and forth.
a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips as he admiringly ran his gaze over your form, taking note of the way the white sundress clung to your curves and the way the hem swayed gently around your thighs.
he let out a low hum of appreciation, his eyes trailing over your figure as he approached you, "mm, you look good, mama," he leaned over and sponged a loud kiss to your cheek, pulling an endearing smile from you.
kenji couldn't help but be enchanted by your charming smile. you pulled him closer, wrapping your legs around his hip, and tugged him toward you, causing him to stumble between your legs.
he took in the sight of you, lounging on the counter with your hands resting behind you.
you looked down at him, "thank you, baby," your voice was sultry and soothing.
kenji's cocky smirk faded into a flustered boyish expression as your seductive presence and the way you took charge made his heart rate quicken, "y-you can't just... do that to me, babe..."
"do what?" you tipped your head to the side with a questioning look, your hair falling in the same direction.
"this," he paused, "this thing you do... when you just... take control like that," he let out a shaky breath.
his fingers trailed over the exposed part of your thigh, his expression shy and timid, "'s driving me crazy,"
you brought up a hand to cradle the side of his face, adoring how submissive and pliant he got around you.
he leaned into your touch, his eyes half-lidding as he relishes the feeling of your palm against his skin.
a shiver ran down his spine as you grasp his face, and he involuntarily lets out a soft, low hum of pleasure.
you traced your thumb just below the outline of his lower lip, cooing softly at him, "my pretty boy,"
kenji tilted his head closer, his lips instinctively following your thumb. he let out a shaky exhale, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body, ”more,” he muttered, his voice a mere whisper as he tried to press closer to your touch, "please mama,"
his hands made their way up to your curves and your stomach. he let out a satisfied hum, his fingers digging into your flesh as he gripped your love handles almost possessively, his palms cupping to mold them into the hollow of his palms, ”i love your body so much,” he muttered, his voice low and filled with reverence.
you looped a finger into his gold chain, leaning back and pulling him closer. your lips landed on his jawline in a smooch, the hand on his face caressing lovingly.
he closed his eyes, relishing the tenderness of your touch. growing shy, he hid his face in your neck, making you poke fun at him with a chuckle.
⇏ when kenji calls you 'mama', his voice takes on a soft, sensual tone. he's not just saying the word; he's savoring it, the way it rolled off his tongue in that sweet and affectionate way. it portrayed how much love he holds for you in his heart.
kenji would come home to you with a bouquet of flowers, a proud smile on his face. he had personally picked them out for you, hoping to make you smile.
"these are for you, mama," he said warmly, his eyes softening as you accepted them with an excited gasp.
⇏ sometimes, there's a hint of desire and longing in his tone like he's trying to show how much he craves you. a subtle but unmistakable hint of the depth of his need and want.
"oh f-fuck, you feel so good, mama," he groaned against your neck, bottoming out and grabbing a hand full of your ass.
with both of you on your knees, your back pressed against the strong expanse of his chest. he wrapped his arm around your body, holding you snugly in place while he fucked his hips into yours ruthlessly. your mouth was wide open with each breath, sending puffs of air past your lips. drool dripped down your chin, creating a sight that was both sultry and captivating.
he dragged his cock out of your sopping heat, groaning at the way your pussy sucked him in. your mixed arousal dribbled down your inner thigh with the force of each dip of his cock.
"hnng, so perfect. so," thrust "fucking," thrust "beautiful,"
hii just wanted to let you know i love your writing sm<33
i heard your haikyyuu requests were open and i wanted to know if you could give us some pleasure!dom Oikawa?
if it's no pressure:)
hello love, and thank you sm❤️ ❤️ means a lot...
here you go!! hope you like it
↳ 𝗜𝗻𝘀𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 - 𝗢𝗶𝗸𝗮𝘄𝗮 𝗧𝗼𝗼𝗿𝘂 𝘅 𝗳𝗲𝗺!𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿
pairing: pleasure dom! oikawa x fem!reader
warning : smut 18+, minors dni, mention of aphrodisiac chocolates, teasing, multiple orgasms, clit slapping, oral (f rec.), p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, use of praise (good girl) and degradation (my pretty little slut)
summary: where you mistake aphrodisiac chocolates for usual ones and consume too much. which leaves your boyfriend to tend to your needs.
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oikawa walked into the apartment, the door clicking upon closing behind him. he was surprised and also a bit worried that you weren't in the living room like usual, but he pushed the thought aside.
he removed his jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the door, "i'm home, honey,"
oikawa walked into the bedroom, stopping by the doorway when he saw you curled up in bed, clutching the pillow tightly as your body trembled.
his eyebrows furrowed in worry as he walked over to the bedside, "you alright, baby?"
your body shuddered under his touch, your skin hypersensitive to the slightest brush of his fingers. you let out a soft moan, your body yearning for more. you clutched the sheets tightly, your knuckles straining white.
"i don't know. i, uh, had those chocolates, and i feel like i'm going crazy," you covered your face with your hands, shame washing over you in waves.
oikawa spotted the chocolate wrappers carelessly discarded in the corner of the room and identified them as aphrodisiac chocolates.
Recognizing them as aphrodisiac chocolates he had been sent as a promotional package, he sputtered in surprise, "those... how many did you even have?"
you groaned, burying your face in a pillow, as you confessed, "I honestly lost count after three... don't ask."
oikawa broke into a mix of laughter and concern, knowing all too well the effect the chocolates were already having on you.
he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that you wanted him so desperately, but he couldn't resist the opportunity to tease you.
he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low, sultry tone as he whispered, "oh honey, are you feeling a little needy right now?"
he continued to gently trace his hand down your back, his touch feather-light yet possessive.
"mmph!" you groaned, glaring up at him in frustration, the aphrodisiac making your mind fuzzy and your body increasingly needy.
oikawa's smirk widened as he noticed your body's reaction to him. he knew he had you exactly where he wanted you, "shhh, don't fight it, baby. let the chocolate do its work,"
"and you?" you retorted, mouth agape as you heaved for breath, "you gonna keep teasing me like this ?"
your breath hitched when he slipped his hand under your shirt, his palm cold against your heated skin, "please, tooru, mmph! i can't take it,"
oikawa leaned closer, his mouth at your ear as you tipped your head up to his.
"darling, how can i deny you when you're asking so nicely?" he dragged his lips across your cheeks, causing you to shiver, "i'm going to make sure to take good care of you,"
and so moments later, oikawa had you on your back on the bed, his hands continuing to roam over your body, exploring every curve and contour with a gentle, reverent touch.
he seemed to be taking his time, savoring every moment, "you're so soft," he whispered, his lips moving over your shoulder.
he was slipping his cock into your sopping pussy, panting and groaning into your ear as your gummy walls spasmed around him, engulfing him slowly.
"nnggg-grippin' me like a vice," oikawa pressed his open mouth against your cheek, "fuck- darling, you really need me that much?"
his cock slowly dragged out of your sloppy walls, before drilling back in, making you cry out.
"n-need you so bad," you whined, feeling his thick cock fill you up, "please , please tooru,"
his hands traced soft, loving patterns over your skin, slowly exploring every inch of your body.
his fingers slithered down your body and curled around your hips, his pelvis snug with yours, "tell me exactly what you need me to do," he smooched the bend of your knee, placing one of your ankles on his shoulder, "use your words," he did the same with the other leg.
"j-just make me cum," you whined, moaning at the new spot he was hitting inside you, "p-please. c-can't take it anymore,"
you push your hips against him, wiggling, both your moans mingled in the air and creating a rhythm that he never wanted to forget.
he pushed your legs up to your chest, folding you in half as he thrust into you recklessly.
he loved the feeling of your warmth sucking him in, creating loud wet noises. his voice was shaky as he whimpered about how good your pussy felt, "so warm- s-shit. m' not gonna last long," he'd whine into your neck.
he'd pull back and watch the way our perfect cunt swallowed his thick veiny cock. the way you'd cream around his cock, the mess dripping down the side of your thigh; he'd mesmerized by it.
"so fucking tight," he slowly pulled out before ramming right back in without mercy, "i'm cumming-oh god," oikawa hunched over your body, holding himself up with one arm beside your head.
you could feel his release fill you up, combining with your arousal and making a mess on the mattress below.
you milked him for his worth, whimpering in need, "tooru-" you raked a hand through his hair, tugging lightly. a needy reminder that you hadn't come yet and you were desperate for it.
your pussy spasmed around his cock, causing him to shudder.
oikawa didn't stop, he rutted his hips against yours frantically. he kissed away a tear that slipped down your cheek, "m'gonna make you cum too, baby. I got you, mm," he mouthed at the skin of your collarbone.
you locked your legs around his hips so he couldn't move, pulling him further into you until he bottomed out. oikawa groaned, so pretty when paired with a wild thrust of his.
your mixed arousal was making a loud squelch, as he worked his cock into your weeping cunt. his balls slapping against your ass.
moments like this he couldn't help but fuck himself into overstimulation.
"yes, yes, yes," you cried, feeling the pressure build-up.
tooru nuzzled his cheek against yours, his hot breath hitting the shell of your ear, "now, now," he thrust deeper, circling his hips and hitting the sweet spot in you, "cum for me. c'mon, baby- make a mess all over my cock,"
you came so hard that your vision was sprinkled with stars. you clenched around him, chest rising and falling from your high.
tooru panted for breath, muttering praises as he rode out both our pleasures out, "that's it. did so good for me. such a pretty baby,"
when he continued to dip his cock in and out your pussy, you trembled, gripping his shoulder. the effects of the aphrodisiac chocolates were creating a low buzzing noise in your head.
he reached a hand down to rub down on your clit, hard and rough, "come for me again. give me one more,"
you trembled, gripping his shoulder, "tooru. wait- s'too much,"
but he was too overcome with pleasure to listen to you. his pupils were dilated and his primal instincts were at peak.
he smacked your swollen clit lightly, pulling his still-hard cock out and ramming back in, "you can take it. you're a good girl, aren't you?" his action produced a filthy noise.
you were barely aware of your orgasm when you came around him with a dirty moan, your walls grasping around his length.
tooru grunted at the feel, "clenching around me like that- i'll cum again, fuck-"
he let out a ragged groan as he found his release again, his body trembling as he rode out the waves of pleasure. he clung to you tightly, his arms holding you close as he panted against your shoulder.
"can you-" you gulped, feeling your throat dried up, "can you stay inside me?" your eyes slowly fluttered.
tooru brushed the hair from your face, "of course, baby," he cooed, sponging soft kisses all over your face, "keepin' my cock nice and warm, ah,"
he looked down and found the evidence of your passion dripping down your inner thigh.
"fuck," he groused, "you look so pretty right now, with me dripping down your legs. you like being full of me, don't you?"
you couldn’t manage to form a coherent sentence and nodded vigorously.
"did I fuck you dumb, baby?" he murmured at you, watching how your breasts were bouncing with each breath you took, "my pretty little slut," he kissed and nibbled your jaw, palm cupping the supple flesh of your breast.
his hips involuntarily jerked forward, causing you to cry out.
"shh," he soothed, thrusting deeper, but slower, till his pelvis was snug with yours and he hit a deeper spot in you.
your face twisted in pleasure, "s'too fucking deep,"
oikawa caught your hands and pinned them above your head, holding them in place with one hand.
your whole body trembled as you felt a dull pain echoing from the top of your thighs, spreading downward. the walls of your pussy spasmed and a shiver ran down your spine, "i-i'm gonna cum, again- stay still," you clawed at his back, dragging your nails across his skin.
oikawa complied with your words, whining into your neck, "fuck-fuck-fuckkk," he felt your release around his cock, milking him for his worth.
you bit down on his shoulder when he jerked and came in your sore pussy. he let out a whiny moan, slapping your ass appreciatively, "that's my good girl, just like that,"
he scooped up the mixture of your release from your quivering thigh and spread it around your lips, his mouth agape, "open up,"
he spread it on your parted lips, pulling you by your neck to lick it off your swollen lips, and plunged his tongue into you.
you hummed into the kiss, feeling him slowly pull out his spent cock.
you whimpered, arms going around his shoulders for support. you hissed at the emptiness, brows furrowed.
oikawa settled on the bed next you, with one elbow propped to hold him up as he faced you.
"shh, shh," he stuffed two of his fingers into your abused pussy, causing you to sigh in relief. the pain from being stretched out was soothed slightly.
"there," he gazed down at you, "does that make you feel better?"
"yeah," you closed your thick thighs around his wrist, trapping his hand effectively, and nodded at him in reply.
"greedy little girl," he leaned in to kiss you, his heart nearly melting when you chased his lips, eyes drooping with lust.
he curled his finger in you, causing your face to contort in pleasure, "now," he kissed your forehead, "let's get you cleaned up, and then I'll get down on my knees and clean up the mess i made down there, m'kay?"
summary: where asahi breaks down after Karasuno lost that one match against Date Tech
pairings: highschool!asahi azumane x highschool! volleyballplayer! fem!reader
warning: hurt/comfort, fluff<3
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you were the only player left in the gymnasium after practice. you decided to stay behind to practice your ball-contact, and were busy tapping the ball against the wall, listening to the satisfying thump it made each time it made contact.
the sound of the door slamming open snapped you out of your focus, and you turned to see your boyfriend, asahi, standing in the doorway.
he was still in his volleyball jersey and shorts, just like you, but something was off about him.
he looked a bit sheepish, his head hanging low as if he was embarrassed about something. you could see the tension radiating off him, the stiff way he held his body with his shoulders squared and fists clenched. it was clear he was hurting badly.
you caught the volleyball in your hand, stepping to him, "asahi? what's wrong?"
as you approached him, he continued to avoid your gaze. his shoulders were still tense and his fists gripped.
"asahi, look at me,"
hesitantly, he raised his tired gaze to you, chin wobbling, "i-i messed up, babe. we couldn't win the match against date tech, and i-" he took a deep breath, "i quit the team,"
"why?" you mouth slackened and your frowned, "honey, what happened?"
asahi's face contorted with sadness and frustration. he struggled to keep his voice form wavering, "i had a fight with the team. with nishinoya, and the others," his hands curled tighter, "i was frustrated. i couldn't spike past their blocking. and nishinoya, he- we got into a big fight after the match. he called me a 'coward' and i quit. for good,"
tossing the ball in your grip over your shoulder, you beckoned him closer with open arms, "c'mere,"
asahi hesitated for a moment before rushing into your arms. he leaned into your embrace, his body trembling slightly with pent-up emotion.
you enveloped asahi in a tight hug, holding him close to you. you could feel the tension still in his body, the way his muscles were clenched and his shoulders rigid. but he didn't pull away, instead resting his head on your shoulder and letting out a deep sigh.
"it's okay," you murmured, trying to soothe him and rubbed circles on his taut muscles, "it's okay,"
you were considerably shorter than asahi, so in your embrace, he loomed over you, his head bowed to rest on your shoulder. his arms encircled your body as he clung to you, seeking comfort in your presence. despite the difference in height, you could feel the weight of his emotions as he leaned heavily against you, his body trembling with the force of his sorrow.
asahi had his face buried in your neck, hands clutched at your shirt, one at the back and other at the front on your hip.
"don't hold it in," you murmured, "you don't have to keep it all bottled up. let it all out,"
his shoulders trembled, and you could feel the dampness of his tears seeping through your jersey onto your skin. you held him a little tighter, caressing his back and whispering gentle words of comfort.
"i'm here for you. you don't have to go through this alone,"
at your words, something snapped within him.
asahi's legs buckled and gave out, his weight pulling you down with him. you both sank to the gymnasium floor, landing with a soft thud. you were now sitting on the hardwood floor with asahi half-laying on top of you, his head still buried in the crook of your neck.
his body shook with the force of his tears as asahi allowed himself to sob into your chest. the dam of his repressed emotions had broken, and he cried without restraint, his tears soaking through your shirt.
it was a painful sight to behold, his grief was so raw and intense. you rocked back and forth lightly, letting him cry his heart out, and pressed your lips against his hair, peppering him with kisses.
gradually, asahi's sobs ebbed, his body calming as he continued to cling to you. he took in deep, shaky breaths, trying to compose himself. but still, he didn't pull away, remaining in your embrace.
he had his head ducked against your chest, tracing your number on the edge of your shorts, which was his birthdate.
his eyes were unfocused, still lost in his own thoughts. he seemed to find comfort in the repetitive motion, in the connection to something familiar, to himself.
he held onto you tightly, as if you were his lifeline, grounding him in the present.
you slowly uncoiled his clenched fingers from his tight fist, flattening them against your palm. you sponged a deep kiss to the inside of his palm.
"asahi, look up, my love," you spoke, pressing his hand to your cheek, feeling the rough texture of his hand, evidence of his years of volleyball.
asahi's eyes slowly focussed on yours, his gaze meeting your own as he rested his chin against your chest. his thumb caressed your cheekbone, fingers splayed on the side of your face.
you could see a myriad of emotions in his eyes, sadness, regret, but also a hint of hope.
cradling his face with one hand, you placed your forehead against asahi's, breathing in deeply as you closed your eyes.
it was a simple gesture, but it felt so intimate, a way for you to feel closer to him and hopefully provide some comfort.
asahi's voice was a soft murmur, his apology like a whispered confession into the small space between you, "i'm sorry you had to see me like that," he mumbled, "i'm sorry you had to comfort me,"
frowning at his words, you flicked his forehead, "there's no need to apologize," you said firmly, "I'm right here to support you through this, so don't regret expressing your feelings, alright? idiot,"
he blinked at the flick, a small surprised huff escaping him. but then his lips twitched, the hint of a smile tugging at his mouth when you called him an 'idiot'.
he looked at you, his emotions still raw, but there was a glimmer of gratitude in his eyes.
his heart skipped a beat when you snuggled your face into his hand on your face, holding it in place with your free hand.
you pressed a series of light, gentle kisses all over asahi's face, your lips moving from his forehead to his cheeks, temples and jaw.
asahi closed his eyes, surrendering to your kisses. he let out a deep, shuddering sigh, each kiss was a balm to his aching heart.
he leaned into your touch, relishing the feeling of your lips on his skin.
when you reached his lips, you could taste the saltiness of his tears on your lips, a sweet and bitter reminder of the emotions he had just expressed.
his palm on your cheek slid behind, his hand coming to rest on the nape of your neck, and pulled you closer, seeking more contact between the two of you.
the act was unexpected, but it showed how much he needed your presence and comfort.
you could feel the pounding of his heart against your chest, the slight tremble of his body betraying the vulnerability he was feeling.
asahi's breathing was ragged, and there was a needy quality to the way he held on to you, as if he was desperate for your warmth, for your touch.
he tilted his head, his lips slanting over yours as he deepened the kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth.
your mouths moved together, the kiss more urgent, more desperate now. his tongue tangled with yours, as if he was trying to tell you something without words. the need and the want in his actions was clear.
you could feel his fingers pressing into your skin, the heat of his body radiating against your own as he continued to kiss you fiercely, hungrily.
the room was filled with the soft sounds of your breathing and the wet noises of your mouths meeting over and over.
his hands roamed over your body, pulling your hips closer to his, his fingers clenching on the fabric of your shirt.
it was as if he wanted to merge with you, to become one, to lose himself in the sensation of your bodies being closer than you've ever been.
asahi pulled back from the kiss, reluctantly breaking the connection between your lips.
he smiled bashfully, his cheeks flushing a light pink as he took in the sight of you, breathless and flushed from his kisses.
you held asahi's face gently, your hand cupping his cheek. your voice was firm and full of conviction as you spoke, "i'm here for you, okay? always. you don't have to face anything alone. and don't apologize for coming to me when you need me. ever,"
asahi's gaze held yours, his eyes wide and soft. he leaned into your touch, his body relaxing as if he was absorbing the comfort and reassurances you were offering, "understood," he whispered, kissing away the tense frown on your lips.
Please maybe a kenji sato x kpop femreader are dating and pretty cute every time kenji and the reader puts of her and her K-pop group singing and dancing, emi tries to copy the group dancing
this is just too adorable♡♡
Emi is a fan
warning: none, fluff, being emi's parents
summary: kenji dating kpop!fem!reader and how emi would be your biggest fan.
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↪ emi fell in love with your music when kenji plays the videos of your old concert, a change from those mind-rotting rhymes.
↪ emi who'd bob her head along with the music and watch your music videos with her beak ajar.
↪ emi who'd learn the dance moves of your songs and later make mina to fetch you to show them to you, earning your praise and applause.
her dancing would make the entire mansion shake and vibrate, not that anyone minded.
you'd gush over her, chuckling in adoration, "that was amazing, sweetie!"
emi would titter in joy, her cheeks plumping from her proud smile.
↪ emi who'd dance her heart out when you organize a girls' karaoke night just for the two of you.
↪ emi who loves watching you and kenji lovesick and smitten with each other.
the kaiju baby would coo and titter in joy while you and kenji silently sway in each other's arms to the music playing in the background, loving that her parents were together.
kenji would kiss your neck and blow a raspberry against you skin, pulling a shrill giggle from you and he grins against your neck.
↪ emi who'd watch your concert from home with professor sato while kenji video calls her and has mina project it in the basement.
she'd blindly wave her hands about at her sides, her brain grasping every move.
professor sato would be seated at her side, he'd be bounced into the air when emi would jump and twirl in the air along with the rhythm of the song that you'd be performing.
↪ emi who would have mina scroll so deep into the internet that she comes across fan edits of you and kenji- the edit featuring moments from your concert performance, intercut with shots of kenji flexing his baseball bat. the video captured the playful and dynamic nature of your duo, highlighting both your talent as a performer and kenji's athleticism.
the fans who made the edit were clearly passionate about the relationship between you and kenji, and wanted to show their support for the pairing by creating a visually appealing and entertaining video.
emi would point at you and kenji in excitement, beak open as the corner of her beady eyes crinkled with her wide grin.
mina would indulge her, gushing along with her, "yes! that's mommy and daddy!"
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